The Velvet Cerebellum

I was grooving on the irony of having one post about how much I love my dogs and how great they are and another post showing how I like to stuff my dog into species-inappropriate habitats and laugh.

tonight, however, I got that very primal reminder that even if you love your little dog a million pounds and even if you want to keep him happy and even if he is generally well behaved and doesn't run away...things can happen.

I got that reminder twice.

1) on the way home from dropping Anna off a large dog came out of nowhere, bolted across the street and ran into the side of a moving car. Strangely enough, there was a cop between me and the guy that got hit by the dog. The dog was okay, very dazed and obviously not feeling good, but up and walking after a few minutes. I sat in my car and cried. The dogs owner was almost hysterical, you could tell she was terrified that her dog had been hurt. He just happened to get out without the leash.

2) when I got home and I was dragging stuff in, David came out to help me and Ghengis ran out the door. As I said before, I never get too concerned, he never runs far and comes when called. He even got in the car with me to ride the ten feet into the garage. Then he bolted. He just looked at me, looked around the yard and took off. At one point he ran into the alley and into the path of an oncoming minivan. The minivan was going slow enough that he was never in danger, but good christ that puts a fear in you. Then he took off around the house and ran all over. Eventually he came in, but I was not pleased with him. He only got 2 little bits of my carnitas burrito.

So after much wrangling and finagling, I finally got a dogsitter. The ever lovely and vaguely humble Anna will be watching the dogs and feeding the lizards and generally doing things like getting out of her house for a weekend. For this I am grateful and for this I will produce for her a batch of salsa verde and a batch of hummus (as well as cash and the burrito and horchata I bought for her dinner tonight).

Tomorrow I am off to the neutrino collector (I know I type neuron collector previously, that was wrong. Please always keep in mind that my brain is a loose collection of paperclips, bits of string, bright strips of foil, lint, cogs, gears, pins, v-belts, brushings and cottong batting all poorly maintained by a minimally trained mousy gnome. Yes a gnome). Also we will hopefully be camping, hiking and kayaking and peeing in the wilderness. If I die you can have my shoes.

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Okay, so I'm resolving to stop bitching about people so much. Call it my zen live-and-let-live moment or something. I can't quite descibe it, but I'm having this revelation of "just because someone is doing something I don't like it doesn't mean they are wrong, just that it's not what I would do". I suspect it won't last long, mocking other people is the cheap bastion of the uninspired and let me tell you, I am no great light in the sky.

This means 2 things
1) the fucktard in the rusty Chey Cavalier who cut me off tonight gets a pass
2) I will regale you with yet another post about my dogs because my dogs are by far the happiest beings on the planet. Way happier than any person I know.

Okay so.
Every night I walk my dogs. I generally wait until late, usually around midnight. This is partly because I live in a pretty dog intensive neighborhood and my dogs are pretty damned excited by dogs (Ghengis in a happy way, Maddie in a protective way) and partly because I love the late night peace of my neighborhood. On the return trip we walk up the alley behind my house. About halfway up the alley I let Ghengis off his leash. It's very late at night, there's never really anyone around and he does not run away.

He doesn't run away but he takes off like a springloaded rabbit hellbent on dominating the carrot kingdom. He flies up the alley to my driveway, up the driveway around the house, into the alley, back to me. He makes a wide circle behind me and does the whole circuit over and over again until I reach the driveway. Just this little dog beating every ounce of muscle into the pavement, running so hard and fast you are sure he could rocket to the moon.

When Maddie and I reach the driveway he races around the house until I reach the front door, the I hold the screen open and he runs in without even being called. Sometimes I'll chase him around the back yard or play tag with him, sometimes I just pretend I am going to grab him, I lunge and growl as he passes me.

There are those who say that dogs do not feel any but the basest emotions, that it's not in their brains or something. They say dogs can't smile or express joy. I defy you to prove to me that Ghengis is not smiling, that he is not laughing silently as he runs and turns and leaps around. Every night I let the little brown dog off his leash because there is nothing that makes him happier than running and in turn there is nothing that makes me happier than seeing him get to do that.

The pleasure is entirely simple and satisfying.

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Proof positive that I am in the running for worst dog owner ever. Today we stuck Ghengis in a 55 gallon aquarium.

Now we have to vacuum all his hair out of there so we can move the lizards into their new home.

I have much cleaning and packing to do. I'm going up to the Soudan mine and neutron collector this weekend! Party on, science nerds!

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We spent the better parts of our lives at the State Fair yesterday!
Join me in a photographic escapade of poor nutritional choices and animal molestation.

clickity click click click

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"damn straight"

9 hours at the fair. I'm exhausted, my body hurts and I consumed a lifetime of calories. I'll post pictures and more tomorrow.

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My time with Dáithí has been pretty limited on this trip. He has been on assignment out of town. Last night David, Anna and I braved tornadoes and hail just to have dinner with him. I thought it might be a good idea to bring Anna along as she always seems to be in need of gentle ribbing and excess beer drinkage. Dáithí decided to bring his computer geek coworkers along for the ride. We drank many beers and ate less-than-stellar food and tried to hook Anna up with a lonely IT dude (or protect her from him....not sure what my stance was on that particular subject).

This is Anna. She didn't kill him. I am amazed

The obligatory "i'm taking a picture of you as you take a picture of me" shot. Sadly, his camera patteries died soon after this, I was going to fill his camera with surreptitious man ass shots.

Things devolved quickly

I don't know why, but he gets so embarassed when he talks about the Grecian Isles.

Is any night complete without a Fonzie tattoo??

All of the college kids were back in town. I'd never seen such a concentration of second rate frat boys and date rape victims in my life and THEN we passed a second rate titty bar with freaky crusty guys and lap dancers who were not aging as gracefully as they had hoped to. This is Dáithí's impression of Minnesota and for that I am very sorry.

Today, while I was at work, he got dropped off at the Mall of America where he spent the better part of four hours cringing in in the bowels of American capitalism. David and I rescued him and offered to take him to dinner. All the regular sit-down restaurants had enormous wait times or overly meat intensive menus. We decided it was high time he ate his first peanut butter sandwich. He's never had one, apparently his mother sent him to school with cheese and tomato sandwiches instead of pb&j. He tried to convince me this was very European but I'm beginning to think there was some shoddy parenting going on.

We went over to PB Loco for crazy peanut butter sandwiches. Your first peanut butter sandwich ever should obviously be the most upsetting sandwich ever. His had sundried tomato peanut butter, lettuce, cucumber and cheese!!! He hated it. It was awful. He scraped the peanut butter off then destroyed the sandwich completely to make it seem like he ate some. I'm convinced he does not actually eat, he just smashes his food around to give the impression of progress.

My sandwich was delicious but if I described it here you would freak. On a positive note, I took all the hippo animal crackers off all our plates and made a hippo parade. That was pretty cool.

We dropped Dáithí off at the airport. My heart was heavy knowing that this could be the last time I ever see him. Who knows what the future holds. We were not able to spend very much time together, I wish we could have timed it better so I could have had time off work, but the time we did have was delightful and fun.

Tá mo bhríste trí thine
Go raibh maith agat, Dáithí
Fraoch Ban

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There is some question about just how small my little lizards are. This is a picture of Spottiswood, the largest of the 3 anoles. Keep in mind that I have freakishly small hands.

The other 2 anoles are just slightly smaller and the gecko is very tiny but very skittish and not very fond of being handled so we leave him alone to do his thing. After we took this picture we fed the lizards some crickets and Spottiswood here managed to catch and eat one larger than his damned head practically. I was convinced he was going to burst. I found it hard to feel bad as I was laughing so hard at him sitting there with a bulging mouth and wriggly cricket legs sticking out the sides.

Today we got them some silkworms but they seem less than enthusiastic about them. Hopefully they will come to appreciate them since we have so damned many.

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this is just short and sweet. If any of you got a text message frm me tonight about me loing you and not wanting you to die, it wasn't me. A certain tri-testicled Irish Jackass got ahold of my phone and sent messages to everyone I knew.

Also, if you received a call from a desperately lonely IT guy....well, aren't all IT guys desperately lonely?

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Dena and Levi had custom printed M&M's at their wedding. So much fun and so cute and so much fun! Every once in a while I think about it and go play with the page and see what I can get printed on an M&M.

I can get all kinds of wacky things:

Rotted
Pupae

or:

Killed
your dog

or:

Corn
Hole

or:

Did your
wife

and even:

Aborted
Fetus

But for some reason I cannot get:

Fruit
Flavored

um...what the fuck? seriously.

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Lord. Busy. So much to write about.
Sadly, i'm going to subject you to one of those bulleted let-my-minutia-hump-your-face posts

1. Saturday night was my sister's birthday party. Happy 33rd, April! After the party I leanred to drive a stick because David was in no condition to drive home. He was, however, completely able to instruct and keep me calm. He's remarkably patient.
   
2. I crocheted a capelet for my sister as a birthday present. Of course her boyfriend had to go and one-up me by proposing. Bastard.
   
3. just kidding, keith! So yeah! The big news is that my sister is totally engaged and going to get married. Everyone, please congratulate my sister! I am peached out happy for her.
   
4. The aforementioned Irish Boy® came to town on Sunday. Ran the poor boy ragged going to the Hard Times, the falls, dinner with my dad, and drinks with my sister. Sadly, he is in the States so he can work in Mankato which is 80 miles away. Last night after work David and I drove him down to Mankato where first we stopped for pizza and he bared his soul to us describing his weakness for anyone who spoke greek to him. Hopefully we'll have more time this weekend when he comes back up to the cities.
   
5. This is my tuesday, my quiet night, ice cream and dog park.
   

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I learned how to drive a manual transmission at 4 in the morning with a drunk instructor. Over the years people have attempted to teach me to drive a stick with miserable results. With all honesty I can say this was
1) scarier
2) funnier
3) way more successful than ever before

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All week I've been trying to write a post about how happy I am that David is home. I start to write about how important he is to me, or how how much i missed him, or how strange it is that I've become attached to him.

I just can't put the words together.

Everything just comes across as trite and without depth.

Suffice to say, I'm filled with happy. He is one of the most comforting things in the world.

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I know this should be a post about David's triumphant return and my subsequent joy. It should be, and tomorrow it will be, but right now we discuss the homecoming of the lizard family!

The lizards arrived safely, if a little shaken by the ride. They are so so tiny and cute. I could sit for hours and watch them (actually, I do). They run around, they eat crickets, they chase each other around, they climb, they act like lizards!

This is Chicken, the house gecko, his body is probably a little more than an inch long (not counting his tail).

This is little Grellow, she's smaller than the other two anoles, he body is probably just about 2 inches long, her tail is longer than she is.

And this is Grellow again. I just got better pictures of her than the other two and all three of them look pretty much the same (you have to watch them to really figure who is who).

You can see Spottiswood here and of course Stinkwingo is here.

So yeah, more on David tomorrow and get used to me talking about the lizards almost as much as I talk about the dogs!

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today will be one of the most perfect days. ever.

I gt up early, Ghengis and I went down to the coffee shop, sat out in the beautiful sunny morning and shared a waffle with whipped cream, strawberries and bananas. Even the bees who wanted my waffle didn't bug me. I let them have some as well.

Later, Kit and I went over to Zumbro cafe, sat in the beautiful sunny early afternoon and had lunch.

I managed to wash all the dishes (go me!!)

I did the laundry.

I worked on another stuffed animal

I walked the dogs in the most perfect weather ever.

david will be home in a matter of hours.
I have missed him so much. He's been gone since june. He's been gone so long, and even though I went down to visit him in New Orleans, it's not the same as having him here. I am anxiously awaiting his return.

I expect you won't hear from me tomorrow. Don't be offended if I don't answer the phone.

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Yesterday, Patti gave me a giant chocolate chip cookie which I brought home to eat when I was feeling better. I took it out of my purse and put it up before I left for dinner. Maddie still managed to find it and eat it.

I know it was Maddie because I found the wrapper on her dog bed, Ghengis hides his treats in other places.

You kow how people are saying "you can only yell at a dog WHILE they are doing something bad"? The reasoning being that they forget easily and if they aren't doing the thing you are yelling at them for (like eating the cookie) they will be confused about why you are yelling at them. That's not as true as you might think. I found the cookie wrapper on Maddie's bed and held it up. She had total guilt face. I just stood there looking at her. Normally when I do that she comes up to me for a hug. Not this time. She tried to hide under the coffee table, then she jumped up on the sofa and hid her face in the cushions. I walked up her her and she totally rolled on her back, begging for forgiveness.

I told her to not eat my cookies!

Later that night she got an upset belly. Luckily, she didn't throw up on the bed or anything.

At 2 in the morning I found myself holding her giant head in my arms as we lay in bed together. I rubbed her rumbling belly and sang the Hippo Head Jones song and the Beautiful Boombalatty song. Then I made up an "Amazing Adventures of Hippo Head Jones and Crocodile Bob" story for her, this time about how they came across a village in the jungle and the villagers were all nice to them and everything, but they had a hut that was all locked up. The hut smelled so good, they really wanted to go in there. That night they snuck into the hut and found big piles of something so tasty! Hippo Head Jones and Crocodile Bob ate and ate and ate and the next morning the villagers chased them away for eating all the fertilizer for their manioc fields. And all the next day, Hippo Head Jones and Crocodile Bob sat in their little blue boat getting sick and farting on each other.

Lesson learned? Naw, she'll eat every cookie she finds forever.

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Was sitting on the sofa getting ready to go out to dinner with Alan (more on that in a second) when I hear a strange noise. Sounds like the neighbor is hosing something off, but specifically it sounds liek the neighbor is hosing off my house. I'm curious, so I go check this out.

But the noise isn't coming from outside....it's coming from the laundry chute.

Is somebody in the basement doing laundry?

I take the dogs down with me and discover that the cold water supply hose to the wash machine has burst. It burst all over the basement and was spraying everywhere in great arcs. Easy enough to deal with, I turned off the water and called the landlord. Total effort: 1 french fry! Total cost: $0!

It's about time something happens that doesn't cost me money.

Anyway, Alan called to invite me to a Twins game this weekend and maybe dim sum. Both were tempting. We agreed we would do at least one (plus I had to get David's schedule because I know he will be home tomorrow, but I don't know when). Talked to David for a bit and realized I needed food.

On thursday I consumed: a 4 shot americano, 1/2 chocolate chip scone (my boss gets the other half), a spychaser (4 shots of espresso, black coffee and chocolate...a gift from anna) and one bite of hot fudge sundae cake baked with bananas in it, 14 pounds of sudafed. I know why people do meth now. Today I ate some Vietnamese soup, it was good but I ended up throwing it up (I also had my americano and 8 pounds of sudafed, no scone).

Okay, so that was a tangent about my food needs.

I talked to David for a bit and realized I needed food so I called Alan back and told him that if he drove and picked a place I would buy. It's a simple and good deal in my opinion. We hit the Edina Grill, I had the Elvis Burger (it is THE BEST burger in Minneapolis. Period.), sweet potato fries and a beer. Everything tasted like Robitussin, especially the beer. I was disappointed but actually kind of hungry so I ate the burger (it has bacon, cheese, pickles and garlic mayo) and some fries and drank all the beer and the beer made me loopy! One beer. Loopy!

So, Alan dropped me off, I said probably no to dim sum and probably yes to the ball game and that's that and the hose to my wash machine will be magically fixed tomorrow!

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When I first found the lump in my wrist and went to the doctor I knew I would have to have surgery. I knew it would have to be soon, it was growing fast and affecting me in a pretty substantial way.

I went to the HR office at one point to discuss time off and insurance issues. Man, I was assured that my total outlay for this thing was going to be $500. Just $500 and that's it, easy enough, that's my deductible and I won't have to pay anymore for the rest of the year.

Of course, considering the wildly different answers I got week by week concerning the amount of time I was taking off and what was covered under sick time and short term disability I should have known it would not be that simple.

It seems that the initial $500 is to be given to a short, ugly, bespectacled bureaucrat who will take it outside and burn it in a trash can. It actually covers nothing. Nothing. I'm getting seperate bills from the hospital, from the surgeon, from the orthopedic clinic and today the anesthesiologist sent me a bill. I expect tomorrow I will be getting bills from the nurses, the lady who checked me in and the little old lady who wheeled me from the recovery room to the front door when I left. I mean, i know she wore a tag that said "Volunteer" but I am sure she will find it in her shrivelled old lady heart to demand $40-$50 from me for her services. She'll probably say I was fatter than she should have been expected to push around and there's a fat girl tax. I didn't want her to push me to the door, it seemed so very wrong to have such a little old lady pushing me in a wheelchair, but they didn't let me walk.

So, please keep in mind, short term disability does not kick in after 5 days, you DO have to use all of your sick time before short term disability does kick in, you can take a 2 week vacation with a minimum of harassment but you cannot take 2 weeks off to recover without a 2 notes from your doctor, a dead goat and 14 pounds of distressed denim given as a sacrifice and your "one time only" $500 charge will quickly turn into $1000!!!

Good lord, this this this this is the reason why people start drinking at lunch! I'm packing up my flask for tomorrow and anyone who challenges me will get whatever is closest to my hands at the time shoved up their asses.

sideways.

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I'm still probably going to die. i've entered the phase where the front of my skull has filled with fluid and seeps and leaks out at the worst moments.

I am so glad david isn't here to see this.

Speaking of, he will be back on saturday.
don't expect to hear from me for a while

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Dudes, I'm going to totally make you wish YOU were having a baby. This is the set I made for Mary's baby, due at the end of september!

Click through the photos to see the things I made. I also need to make a pair of booties, but those are coming later. Sock monkey madness!

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You know you've had too many cold pills when you're sitting on the sofa looking at this and you start bawling like a baby.

That's right, I got down to the picture of the bike and I just started crying and crying and I couldn't stop.

I have some serious problems.

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I ran out of food. Dammit.

Post vacation busy-ness turned into post vacation depression turned into rampant disease. In any case, I'd not really had a chance to get to the grocery store and the food I did have was either too complex to make easily or gone bad in the fridge.

My dad's wife came to the rescue. YAY FOOD. I threw the ingredients in the machine for a loaf of bread, she brought me soup and juice and a rotisserie chicken. I spent the day having only consumed coffee and mexican hard candy. My belly is full, I have a little more energy, but I'm gonna take some codeine cough medicine before bed.

maybe I'll actually sleep in my bed tonight.

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Around 2am I fell asleep. I decided earlier in the evening that I would watch the Star Wars Trilogy (the original 3 not the craptacular series of emotionally stunted metal masturbation movies Lucas made recently). I fell asleep almost immediately after I put Return of the Jedi in. Of course I fell asleep on the sofa again. Woke up at 5:30, coughed up someone else's diseased lungs. Coughed until my head pounded in agony.

Coughed until I cried.

Moved to my bed and made a warm cuddle sandwich with the dogs. Having two dogs totally redeems itself when you are sick. There is nothing quite as comforting as warm, furry dog sleeping against your back and belly.

I've not been this sick in over a year and I think now would be a good time to die.

oh, and if I die, don't forget to blame my boss, he's the one who got me sick. I just want to keep mentioning that so that no one forgets that after sacrificing years of my life to my job, my boss killed me.

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there has to be a term for the total delerious logic that comes in to play at 3 in the morning. You know when you're laying in bed and your whole body aches and you keep coughing up hellish loogies?

You know you're all uncomfortable and no matter how you toss and turn you just cannot get to sleep so yorur super logical, cold addled brain kicks in and you decide "hey, I should sleep on the couch! that makes so much sense!!!"

You gather up the dogs and the blankets and the pillows and you head to the living and on the way you decide to turn on every single light! It makes so much sense! What if you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you will need every single light on. And if you decide to go back to bed you need every light on so you can turn them off in the right sequence or you won't be able to sleep. It all makes sense at 3 in the monring and your brain has been attacked by a biological weapon the size of delaware.

Wanna know what else makes sense when you're sick and you need to sleep on the sofa with all the lights on and the dogs crowdeed around you? Putting a dvd on! Great idea! Put the Simpsons in, bundle up with the dogs, let the over-animated conflicts of middle class suburbia battle it out with your virus tainted psyche as you drift in and out of uncomfortable sleep.

At 9:30 you go back to your bed for 2 hours of real sleep and then start the day over.

and curse your boss and his underage mad genius kids that create these biological weapons.

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Last night I went to bed with a bit of a cough. This morning I woke up with a full blown cold.

My boss gave me this cold. I think he is a jerk for giving me this cold. Nothing sucks harder than a summer cold, not even a 12 year old in Bangkok.

I feel like a shit parade just got re-routed on my soul. I ended up staying in bed until 11. I called Patti, we made plans, I went to take a shower and sat down on the bed for a second.

Fell asleep for another hour. Called Patti and cancelled the plans.

Walked down to the coffee shop with Ghengis, then took him over to the lake and walked a bit. Came home and crashed again. Talked to David for a long long time. Made dinner and figured 1/2 of asparagus probably negated the negative health aspect of the Italian sausage (which actually is not all that bad since I did make the sausage myself and it is completely without nitrates and preservatives and blah blah blah)

The downside of not doing anything is that my house is still a mess.

The upside is that I am almost done with Mary's baby blanket set.

And now I have to make some theraflu and get ready to take the dogs on another walk.

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The mythical and legendary Irish Boy is coming to Minnesota in a week or so.

Wow.

Damn.

Perhaps there will be a party. I'll keep you posted.

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You know how you get your fortune cookie fortune and you automatically add "in bed" to the end because even if you grow up enough to not drink to excess you'll still never be truly mature?

Today my fortune said:
Love does not always wear a friendly face

...in bed?

What is my fortune telling me?? What the hell? I'm locking my doors and sleeping with a baseball bat. I don't know what the chinese confectionary industry has in store for me, but I'm having none of it!!!

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I went to go play with the celebrity face recognition stuff over at My Heritage. I figure it would be good to see what I look like.

I upload this picture:

It scans it. I don't really know how I feel about this being my first match:

My other options were Bruce Willis, Neil Gaiman, Diane Keaton, Lawrence Mother Fucking Fishburne, Wong Kar-Wai (who is that?), Billy "oh for fucks sake" Bob Thornton, Eddie Murphy, and Jessie McCartney!!!

I don't know whether to laugh, cry or have a drug overdose.

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The heat wave finally broke with thunderstorms last night. After god knows how long baking in the kiln of minnesota heat wave we had our relief. We laughed that we were enjoying the cool 80 degree weather!

It smelled of summer rain all day. Spring rain smells of fresh dirt and new grass. Fall rain has a chill, it smells smokey, there's a little twinge of winter in the air. Summer rain smells of heat, almost sultry in its effect. Summer rain washes away the ozone and smog and pollution and for a brief time reminds you that there is a planet under your feet.

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