Monday July 30th 2012 Tim
I know it's blasphemous, brings down ire from the
better informed, but God damn the heat for its associated insect life.
One more tick bite and hang me by my toes from the washing line, let the
sun flay my flesh, and please permit Coyote to chew loudly on my bones
at night, so that children might hear and never go outside.
The other pillars of God's ill
humor in times of heat stress and drought are Creeping Grass and White Man's
Foot. Oh certainly without them there wouldn't at this moment be that
part of land some call "The Lawn." But, thank goodness, The Artist was
able to catch and release the Lizard that has been hungrily pottering around
the downstairs for the past couple of weeks.