The Butcher and the New Kitty


Oh, the Ridiculousness

Apparently when things are going all right, I just don’t have a lot to say. I’m happy with my draft. I had a lovely weekend. I’m waiting for the archives to get back to me.

I have no great, profound thoughts. We watched Chronicle last night and I thought it was surprisingly touching. We also watched Rise of the Planet of the Apes and I felt like it was a little racist in the King Kong manner.

And that’s it.

In the Cool of the Day

I believe myself to be a person who hates exercise, but I tell you, I would not trade my morning walks with the dog for anything. Possibly it doesn’t really count as exercise anymore, since the dog is so slow in her old age and I am content to let her dawdle.

But I like being outside before the bugs are thick, watching the night’s condensation rise back up out of the hills like a layer of ghosts stretching before heading out to haunt for the day.

The hollyhocks are gone and I’m kind of bummed about that. I was hoping they’d reseed themselves, but I’m not seeing any evidence that they did.

My cousin A. is talking about coming down and I hope she does. I’d love to cover us up in three inches of Deep Woods Off and sit out in the hammocks.