Sometimes you just need some flowers.

Gladiolus. The sword lily. I actually had these beauties in my garden this spring. Enjoy.

So, this is what happens when you feed a feral cat.

5:30 this morning (yes, 5:30) I hauled myself out of bed for my run and was met by Il Magnifico, (so named for Lorenzo d'Medici - for I feel he has star quality.) I've taken a liking to this skinny black feral cat. The other cats don't like him. He's more of a lone wolf. I respect that. And he meows at me. I can't help it! I give him kibble and I pet him. I'm this close to bundling him off to the vet for a full check up.


Sure, he's tiny and adorable. No doubt he's feigning love for me. I know he's just a fair weather friend but what if he really needs the kibble I give him?
It's only kibble, it's not love. Yet.

The prosecco days of summer.

It's hot.

I was buying vitamins in the cool of the grocery aisle and was cruelly waylaid by pink prosecco. Cloudy, frosty air wafted out of the refrigerated shelving and insisted I take away this cool bottle of bubbly, for a reasonable price.

It was far too much fun for one person.

Circuses are for peons

If the phrase "captive breeding program" doesn't strike fear and loathing into your heart then you have problems I can't help you with.

It was 109 degrees in the desert this weekend and as the elephants lumbered out of their hot tin can train cars and onto center stage, shoved and prodded by circus freaks with bull hooks, I thought to myself, "At least I can go home and swim after." And while I look particularly cheerful, the evening was marred by the usual fat peon families attending the cheapo circus congratulating themselves on their parenting skills while silently begrudging the time away from the tv. For the record: Yes, I have a job. No, the animals aren't loved at the circus. Yes, we are here to spoil your fun and make you THINK about your actions. No, I don't want to take away your stuff. No, the animals aren't happier at the circus than they would be on some African plain, eating leaves and making babies. No, my shoes aren't leather. Yes, we protesters are a "downer" but so's the circus. No, not all circuses are bad, just the ones that use animals.

PS: can my glasses get ANY bigger?