"Get out of that pen."
"But I'm not in the pen."
"Get out of that pen. Now!"
"But I'm not inside the pen."
Yup, I could be a handful.
Thank you, dearest Mom and Dad, for all the adventures and this dear life. I'll raise a glass to our extended family, and I'll do it with gratitude, longing, and love.
Happy birthday to me; I owe it all to you.
Temperature: A sunny 25/77 degrees. The hotter than hell temps Europe is experiencing have dissipated on the way, so if you've had enough, come to Scandinavia. Scandinavia. Cool. (This public service announcement is brought to you by the Parker Tourist Board, not affiliated with any town, city or county by the same name; and no planes required, you can reach us by rails and ferries!)
Eating: fresh strawberries.
Drinking: mineral water. Stay hydrated, sweetie darlings.
Listening: to new music by The Cult.
Watching: Persuasion over the weekend. I've heard it's a disaster and a travesty and whatnot, but I want to decide for myself.
Reading: Brev till mannen by Bianca Kronlöf. They should translate this into all the languages.
Writing: Got to write another letter to yet another son who is now of age. My heart hurts, but it's a good hurt.
Thinking: about the passage of time. And the fact I was born left-handed like so many on my father's side of the family. But I was taught out of it. Taught to use my right hand instead. By my mother's side of the family. I have photographic proof, and a confession. Oh yes. Could I learn to be ambidextrous, at least to some degree, after all this time? I'm giving it a try, and let me tell you, it tickles the brain.
Feeling: the threshold of human adaptability, aren't we? Not very comfortable or health promoting, is it? So let's stop subsidizing the fossil fuel industry and let's stop doing business with Putin and his ilk and let's stop voting for those who put wealth before health and please stop believing in the trickle-down theory; that myth has been busted and buried as a hoax that is costing us dearly.
