it's fucking beautiful

first time delicious breezes bring some sense of sensibility back to those who melt. sunworshippers don't count.
goosebumps give pleasure. arms crave sleeves.
10 days and counting till Spearhead. 1 week till BARK.
The weekend was an experiment in letting go,
but I sure didn't surprise myself with the answers.

try a little tenderness

It's not the aggression that I miss
nor the power struggle
nor the act

it's the simple sensation
of skin on skin
inner wrist to small of back
fingertips to curve of shoulder
cheek to cheek?

They should have a tantric sex channel. Enough of this porn bullshit.

logic, where are you

Why would the lightbulbs from my backyard motion detector light be unscrewed and lying in the grass? Is there any non-scary reason for that to have happened?

you know it's hot when

this is what happens after 3 hours in the sun, with sunscreen. I also got the year's first shin-burn, which actually impresses me to no end. I actually gave up on putting sunscreen on my legs cuz I haven't been able to get colour on them for years. But today, at the pool, lounging in the pool loungers, I got a pretty bad burn on ye olde legs.

So +39 is the current temp gage. My lawn and garden are suffering, and I am mostly afraid to leave the house. I usually look like the worst neighbour on the block anyways, what's another inch on that already too-long grass? And how are you all handling the heat???

what's that smell?

( Or, the day my life became my blog title. )

So for a few days at the beginning of this week everytime I came home I was greeted by a stench as I approached the steps to my front door. I would stop, sniff, grimace, look around, see nothing, and continue on into the house. I figured that maybe my severely overgrown flowerbed was mulching or something organic like that. Wednesday night I came home, started up the steps to the door, was hit in the face by the stench, looked down, and in the middle of the day lilies I see a lifeless paw... and I look a little closer and recognize a little black & white cat that used to run around my yard quite a bit. I put two and two together with the "missing cat" poster I had seen the day before (they really loved you, Sylvester) and ran across the street to rip off the attached number. They're not home, so I tactfully LEAVE A MESSAGE that I found their cat, and it's not alive, and it's in my flowerbed, and I leave my address and name and number. In my defense, I was headed out right away and wanted to a) let them know asap and b) get the thing out of my flowerbed. About 10 minutes later I'm in the house and I hear this woman sobbing outside my front door. So I go outside and there's a young (20-ish) woman, her boyfriend, and her mom all standing around the dead cat. She's bawling, the boyfriend is glaring at me like I killed the damn thing, and only the mom had her head on straight and thanked me for calling etc etc. Then she tries picking up the cat with 2 safeway bags. It drips. The girl is staring and crying. I suggest that she maybe not watch this part? and say "geez let me get a garbage bag for you" and run in the house. So somehow I end up holding the garbage open while the mom shoves him in there, paws catching on the side and decomposing carcass smell galore. All I can say is "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...". He wasn't an old cat, so the mom figures he got hit by a car and must have crawled over to my garden to die. So the moral of this story is thus twofold: #1 ~ don't let your cat run around unleashed if you live on a busy street like Avenue H, and #2 ~ maybe trim your damn flowerbed. There was a rotting cat carcass in there for 5 days before I noticed. In +32 weather...

110 in the shade

Anyone else as bitchy as me in this weather? I am really not a fan of sweating. Correction, I am not a fan of sweating when it's not self-induced. A good workout? Fine. Purposefully lying in the sun? Great (with sunscreen). A nice sauna? Brilliant. But commencing sweating as soon as you step out of the (cold) shower and then running around the house looking for that one cool pocket to get dressed in so that you might be able to get dry for one fucking second while you get your clothes on? Not cool. No pun intended.

audible

I'm getting a copy of the live recording made at that Pixies show I took you to a few years ago to see if I can hear you hating me.

there's no beach at the beach

But there's a whole lotta lake at the lake. The dock is currently sitting on the bottom step coming down from the cabin, the one where there usually resides about 12 ft of sand before the shoreline. Where does a lake go when it goes? Nowhere really, it has to evaporate cuz there's no place for it to drain or feed or whatever it is that lakes do. It was a good time though, I came back sunburnt & covered in mosquito bites. Nature would be perfect if it weren't for all the damn bugs.

Speaking of nature, I laughed as I did this but I booked a long weekend off in July to... wait for it... here it comes... yes you guessed it... go camping. This is four years running now that I've done this, and I pretty much think it's going to be four years running that it doesn't happen. Why am I always single in the summer? Come to think of it, why am I single at all? And honestly, I could care less right now for the most part, there are just certain situations where a partner would come in handy. Like when I was driving past Keo's Kitchen on my way home from work and thought "hey I should go there again sometime" and then I thought "with.... who?". And when I hand in my piece of paper asking for a friday off to have a 3 day weekend off to sleep in a tent with... who? We're a dying breed, us never-married have-no-children folk (literally, dying, cuz we're not breeding cuz we're single). And I'm 93% content with things right now, but fuck me if it ain't gonna be another tentless summer.