The end of August...

Thank God and hallelujah! This has been, by far, the hottest summer I can remember.  Today will be the 65th day of over 100F temps in our little part of the world. Many days have reached up to 11 degrees above normal. And rain? Ha! We had some in June.  We all watched the hurricane Irene coverage with envy, if you can believe.  I thought maybe I was the only one having such weird thoughts, but in talking with people at work this week, it seems there are many who confess to that now.  Not that we want any harm or damage to anyone, of course.  But you know it has to be bad when hurricane-envy sets in.

I *was* looking forward to today being the last of the triple digits. That's what our forecast was on Monday. AND they said we'd have rain through the weekend.
They lied.
Now there are no rain chances in the 7-day forecast, and at least another 3 days over 100.  That is no way to start September, and I think it's time to speak to someone in charge! (Yes, insert stamping of foot here.)

September is supposed to be when The Good Things begin to happen. September is the pre-cursor to October, for crying out loud, which is indisputably the most glorious month of the year! If we are dragging August's behaviors into September, then we are NOT proceeding into Fall at an acceptable pace.  I've already seen Halloween funlings in stores!  It made me giddy!  You can't drag Summer into this!!

I'm getting hysterical here.  Time out.
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Okay. Second cup of coffee. Deep breath. (Please ignore if you think you catch a whiff of rum here.)
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Oh, here, an amusement from my email this morning ~
A Thought For Today: For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted. -Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825) 


He makes a good point. The lack of something does increase its appreciation. Very true.  Now, if I may, I would like to suggest that I have enjoyed more than ample interruption of all three.  I guarantee you I am more than ready to truly enjoy sleep, riches and health with glorious abandon!  Commence now, please.
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All the Back-To-School activity has made me feel a bit nostalgic this week.  My little one is now 19, and we don't get to partake of the hubbub anymore.  I sort of miss the building anticipation, the organized lists of supplies, the smell of new supplies (yes, I am a 'smells' person), the fun of discovering new designs for the new supplies, stocking the kitchen with snack- and lunch-friendly things, encouraging earlier bedtime in preparation, waking the little one up when I'm barely awake, readying the necessities of the day for the two of us, bodily shaking the little one to wake up, being greeted with snarls, encouraging him to hop to it, hunting down the shoe that's always missing, coaxing him to hurry with breakfast, trying to get his input on what he wants for lunch, begging and pleading and yelling at him to hurry the h*** up, ....  Whoa. Nevermind.


Happy Back-To-School Week for those still having to endure it.  I'm going to get a massage.

Bon jour...

Kitty-Mania erupts in my bed every morning between 4:30-4:45.  They're silent as ninjas, I'll give them that, but they feel like flailing Sumo wrestlers on top of me. Who can sleep with that going on?? The Man, that's who. Totally oblivious. Lucky bastard.  Anyway, this nonsense is almost always started by the aforementioned bratty-cat supreme, Zumi.  He gets up from his place at my side, where he cuddles peacefully all night, stands on top of my legs, and proceeds to gently smacking on little Nom-Nom. I think it's his I'm-The-King moment. He lets her sleep in his (our) bed all night, as long as she stays out of His Zone, until that time that he must wake her with kitty domestic violence. And then they slap and kick and roll and body slam each other quite gloriously until I intervene.  It's kind of annoying, but also really funny and cute, so it's hard to be mad at them. When they wrestle any other time there is much caterwauling and usually some drama, but not at The Awakening. They're Sumo Ninjas. Sumo Ninja Ingrates.

My favorite early morning smells:  #1. Really good coffee brewing. Current house choice is Cafe Du Monde's Coffee and Chicory from, of course, Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. Maybe I can't bodily go there right now, but my mind spends a good bit of its time there. (My mind is always going somewhere!)  #2. Turbinado sugar.  I love sugar, and Turbinado raw sugar is the richest, made by only partially refining the sugar cane. Imperial Sugar has the best one I've tried. It's dense and oh-so-slightly moist still, and the fragrance is dark and thick and rich and a bit reminiscent of molasses, but without the harshness. If you're discerning enough to not drink peasant-coffee, you'll love what Turbinado does to your brew.

There has to be a better way of dealing with all this hair than having to spend so much time blow-drying in the morning. I have other things I'd rather be doing, thank you. I love my hair. But I don't want to have to 'do' it.

I dislike having to work on Saturday mornings. Dislike is too mild. Yes, I'm grateful to have a job (don't get me started on the lack of available jobs), but I really hate going to work on Saturday morning. If I had a telecommuting job I wouldn't mind (and oh, how I wish I did!). So there's my bit of negativity for the morning.  Well, that and the hair.

So, to not end the morning's thoughts on negativity (which is bad juju for the day): Let's go out into the world today and not be mean to each other. Mean sucks.  Being snarky is okay, but don't be mean.

Off I go...

Good Morning...

I'm in love with my coffee maker. We've been together for many years now, but the passion is still strong. And how could it not be? I give it less than 2 minutes of attention at night, and it makes for me fresh, hot, delicious java before I even make it into the kitchen each morning. If it could bring it to me in bed on my days off, I might just marry it. (kidding...I'm not one of *those* people!)

No more watching news, especially political discussion news programs, before bed at night. I do not need all of those people in my head in the dark!

WHAT is with the "hook-up" followers on Twitter?  Does anyone really think these are real hot-babes that are going to make all their dreams come true? It's not my deal to judge, I suppose, but eww...could you do me the favor of not following me? You're making the place smell bad. 

Per our weather man this morning: "Day #52. Today we tie 1954 for 3rd place. Highs of 106 today...107 Friday, 105 Sat, 103 Sun, Mon & Tue. If we're lucky...only 100 Wed!"
If this isn't Hell, we're definitely the neighbor next door!

Per the Dalai Lama:  "Moral ethics are the basis of world peace."  *sigh*  That's why world peace has become a fairy tale.