"This fog is thick as peanut butter."

"You mean pea soup."

"You eat what you like and I'll eat what I like!"

- Yukon Cornelius and Hermey the Elf

Tuesday, August 29, 2006


Remember a while back when I said sometimes the "f" word wasn't strong enough and I needed a more shocking word? Today is one of those days. Tonight, I was supposed to go to my knitting group, where I would hang out with fun knitters and crocheters, and we would share fabulous new knitting techniques, and three of them were going to offer me fantastic, high paying jobs and there was going to be a 30 something, single, non-psychotic man there who would find my sock-knitting prowess absolutely irresistible.....

But that isn't going to happen. You know why? I have an EEFFFFFING #^#(%^(&@*^ migraine.

And this white blogger background is too bright and it's making me want to puke. I'm going to bed.

Sunday, August 27, 2006


This is so exciting!

Guess what I got?

I'll give you a hint.

It's big

....and blue

....and shiny.

It purrs quietly.

It sips fuel....





YAAAAY! (What did you think it was?)

That big blue tank behind it is my hot water reservoir - instead of a hot water heater, my furnace does it all. Snazzy, huh? This has drastically increased the hot water in the house and almost entirely solved my water pressure woes. I love you, furnace man!!!

And here's my brand new oil tank. Ain't it cute? This is to replace the old one that's underground and probably about to start leaking at any moment.

Clearly, I am sadly and profoundly classified in the category of "grown-up" because I am unbelievably happy about this. And dudes. Do you know how much yarn this would have bought? I could have rented another Penske truck, taken it to Rhinebeck and filled it up to the ceiling with sock yarn. ---sigh--- But I'll be warm this winter!

In other news, the living room is finally painted! It was finished last weekend actually, but it took all week to get it back to mostly tidy condition. I still have more to do, but it's getting there.

So here's what it used to look like. (With the previous owner's furniture and layout.)

I had my furniture placed similarly, except without a TV in front of the gorgeous picture window. That's a SIN.

I didn't like the layout, but it took me a few months to figure out the perfect arrangement, and of course paint.


What do you think?

I LOVE it!!
I need curtains...

**See my little blogging station in the first picture? I can simultaneously blog, watch Harry Potter and keep an eye on the evil green and yellow parrot. The basket on the floor next to the table came from Aunt Eve. It turns out to be the perfect place to stick all the computer and camera cables. Thanks Eve! I'm so proud of myself for figuring out that little bit of storage ingenuity - I'm not usually that organized.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Snakes on my Blog

Hee, hee! I've been wanting to say that for several weeks now, and I finally got some snakes to make it official.

I found this guy walking in a new part of the woods "up the road." He was a little chilly and probably scared to death. I took lots of pictures, told him how pretty he was and turned to walk around him....

and there was this cutie pie. He was about half the size of the first one and also rather petrified.

I wonder what they were up to? Maybe off to a screening of "Snakes on a Plane?"

I saw another one earlier this week in a different area. Same species, but much bigger and with a mouse sized bulge in the middle of his body. Of course that was the day I didn't feel like carrying my camera.

And here's some furry cuteness:

These are smaller than grey squirrels and 4 times as noisy. They must not encounter people very often. Two of them chased each other through the branches right over my head, and when they saw me, they stopped to stare. I told this one I like his red tail and he actually came a few branches closer. They were scared of Zeke, even though I tried to explain that he was only an old dog and not a large cat.

In other news, there appears to have been some violence in the woods behind my house.

I showed it to Zeke, but he wasn't interested.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Sunday Evening sleep Log

11:35 pm - Force myself to go to bed because I have an early conference call that I need to be coherent for.

1:38 am - Awaken to loud rustling coming from the living room. After several terrified, adrenaline filled moments, realize it's the cat, walking around on the plastic I put down for painting.

1:42 am - The cat is throwing up in another room. Make mental note to remember to look for puke to avoid stepping on it in the morning.

1:52 am - Really want to sleep on my left side, but keep imagining that bitch from "The Ring" standing next to my bed, just about to pounce and make me make that horrible terrified face just before I die. (No, I'm not linking to anything to do with that movie. I might have to see that straight black hair and it would f me up for days.)

2:20 am - Dog is panting on the floor and shaking the bed. Get up to open window. Finally manage "sleeping on left side" trick without fear.

2:37 am - Woken by a weird squealing noise just outside the window. Frantically sit up and claw for the lamp, imagining that bitch from "The Ring" standing next to my bed, yada, yada, yada. The sound? Must have been a dream. Get up to "use the facilities." Walk back into the room to the very strong odor of skunk. Shit! That noise must have been a pissed off skunk right outside the window! Slam window shut, get back into bed. Phew!

2:45 am - Awaken to a new kind of "skunk." Zeke farted. Damn it's a doozy....but can't open the window because of skunk! Pass out due to toxic fumes.

4:14 am - Have very vivid dream of throwing up, including special spitting action sequence. Wake to discover (thank God) that I haven't actually thrown up. What the hell was that about? Bump head on bedside table trying to see clock without contacts in.

7:30 am - Walk into kitchen. Step in cat puke.

Good Morning, Sunshine!

Friday, August 18, 2006

"I Just Made You Say Underwear"

So I was downloading some junk off of iTunes and all of a sudden remembered how much I love "Pinch Me" from Barenaked Ladies. It's such a stupid song really, but it makes me feel so happy I want to cry. I'm going to listen to it over and over again on I-90 tomorrow. (In my car. I'm not going to lie down on the yellow line with an iPod or anything. I don't have an iPod anyway.)

And then I downloaded the new Korn song. I'm a girl of many tastes.

That reminds me! Did you know Korn was in an episode of Monk??? For those of you who don't know, Korn is properly spelled with a "k" and a backwards "r" and Monk is a detective with severe OCD. In the show he gets on Korn's tour bus to ask them a favor and notices their name written on the window. He gets all uncomfortable and whispers to his friend, "They spelled it wrong. Don't say anything." [snort]

And Alice Cooper was in another episode!

In other news, I was reading the archives of Franklin's blog and I stumbled across this link he'd posted. It made me laugh so long and so hard that I frightened the dog. (Be sure to read the caption.)

The only thing that sucks about reading archives of blogs is sometimes you want so badly to comment and tell them that you almost burst a blood vessel laughing at the kitchen table, but they wrote it 2 years ago and it's way old news. Oh well.

Happy linking! Actually, those of you who are faint of heart probably shouldn't go to Korn's website. Really. I'm concerned for your well being.

Don't ask me. I don't know what the hell it is either. Out of focus, that's what it is. Except for that bit on the left there. That's in focus.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

What a coinkidink

What an interesting coincidence...I finally ordered my very own copy of John Waters' "A Dirty Shame" which, to my own dirty shame, I hadn't seen yet, even though it was filmed in my neighborhood while I was living there. The day before it arrived in the mail (they do NOT sell John Waters movies around these here parts) I picked up the latest Vogue Knitting. And guess who is in both?? Tracey Ullman! Smart, funny, a knitter, clearly a good sport....

So the movie! I want so badly to be John's BFF (that's best friend forever). I can't wait to watch the movie again tonight with his commentary on - I love hearing him talk about old Bawlmer. I admit, it was hard to follow the plot because I kept looking behind the actors at the houses - that's my neighborhood! My house was too ugly to be picked for the movie. I was OK with having an ugly house, because I figured it looked like there was nothing inside worth stealing. But I should have made it pretty so it could be in the movie! My good friend, Lula's Mom has her old apartment in 2 scenes. No fair! The scene where the naked couple answers the door? That's almost directly across the street from my old home sweet home. Ah, memories. But let me assure you people, Hamilton was NEVER that exciting in real life. It's too bad really.

I got a nice education into the seedy underworld of sex addicts, let me tell you. Paydays and platejobs and blossoms, oh my...

Ooh! So back to Tracey. She's co-authored a new knitting book, which I can't wait to see. Guess what it says on page 38 of VK? "Her first taste of how much better [knitting has become] came in autumn 2003 while filming John Waters's raunchfest "A Dirty Shame" on location in Baltimore...." OH. MY. GOD. I was there, man!

This is my first VK, but I'm very impressed. I likes it. Usually when you buy a magazine, you're lucky if you want to make one or two of the projects inside, but there's a whole bunch of stuff I love.

Look at this - I would totally buy this in a store and I think if I'm a good girl and I practice my stranded knitting, I could eventually make something that vaguely resembled the picture.

And this really intrigues me. I think I like it? What do you think?

And LOOK at these!!! I loves 'em!

Am I supposed to be doing this? Please don't sue me magazine people...

Oh, and these. I wouldn't use this color, but the pattern looks ingenious - a whole different way to make socks.

You know, I have two sweaters on the needles (that I'll show you someday) and I like to make other things, but if someone told me tomorrow that I was only allowed to knit socks for the rest of my life, I might actually be OK with it. I really love socks. Who knew?

Doesn't this look funny? It's the bottom of my "Global Warming" socks. (So named because I cast on during Al Gore's movie.)

Here's the top.

They look like moccasins right now. Would you believe I f-ed up the heel twice already? It's exactly the same as the toe and you'd think I'd have learned my lesson, but no. Why would I want to pay attention to the pattern and follow the instructions? That's only for sissies who want to do things right the first time.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

They DO exist!

I met some real live other knitters tonight! YIPPPEEEE!!

As much as I love my new home, I was starting to get, you know, a little lonely. I've been in New York State for two months now and I'm ready to make some friends, please! I've always been kinda shy and it's not that easy for me to make friends, and I miss the really great ones that I left behind in Maryland. So imagine my excitement when I stumbled upon a knitting group that meets in the library a few towns over. (OK, 40 minutes drive away, but close enough.)

It's a very informal group that meets once a week to just "stitch and bitch", which translates to: tell a lot of juicy gossip while either knitting or crocheting, occasionally using the "s" word in a scandalous tone and then shushing each other. If only they knew that I curse like a sailor and was only yesterday lamenting that the "f" word is way too tame and I need a more shocking word to use in dire circumstances. (Feel free to share any ideas.) I really liked everybody and I can't wait to go back next week. Yay!

OK, so on Sunday I alluded to a "baby bird incident" in the woods. Well damn, damn, damn, the pictures didn't come out at ALL. I think I was having beginner's luck with this camera. All of a sudden, I am incapable of taking a good picture. And no, I didn't drop this one. (I didn't!)

I'm going to force you to look at some blurry pics though, because I desperately need to know what it is? Why can't I find any references online for fledgling birds? Don't other birders have these dilemmas? He had no field markings at all (great), except that he had a dark back and a lovely, creamy tummy. And he had no tail. I don't mean, "oh his tail was so short that he looked like he had no tail." I mean, this bird looked like he had his entire ass chopped off. Very, very, unbearably, painfully cute. He actually looked a lot like a penguin. Oh, and he had creamy rings around his eyes, much like a nice teddy bear. And a yellow beak. Is this helping???

He was peeping away, all by himself, on a dead branch a foot off the ground and right next to the stream. Where is your Mom?! I feared he would flop right into the water and get carried away, but he never moved, just peeped a lot. I could hear similar peeps elsewhere in the woods, maybe siblings smart enough to stay higher up in the trees.

He's about the size of a phoebe, and there are pics online of a fledgling kingbird that is similar, but not quite right. The kingbird doesn't have the matching eyerings.

Sorry, are these pictures making you sea-sick? Don't throw up on my blog!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Spring Squash

So I spent the entire weekend painting the living room and I'm not finished yet. But I have managed to get paint in my hair, on my shoes, and on the dog (NOT my fault). You'll be shocked and amazed to discover that I am actually using a color I rarely pick. That's right, orange. What's with me and orange this year?

Don't worry, it's not as horrible as it sounds - the color is called "spring squash" which is odd, because I don't think squash is ready until summer or fall...But it's exactly the color of a nice butternut squash, just before you pour butter and brown sugar all over it. mmmmm. I hope this color doesn't make me hungry every time I walk into the living room...I already had to have a giant bowl of ice cream with peaches tonight because somebody on tv had a smoothie. (I'm too lazy to get out the blender and I don't have any milk. I improvised.)

What were we talking about? Oh, the living room. Anyway, after the first wall, I had my doubts and was worried about the color. Then after the second wall, I was in love with the color and thought it was spectacular. After the third wall, I had my doubts again and worried that the ceiling looks too white, even though it's pale yellow. And then it got too dark to finish. (I took all the lamps out so I wouldn't get paint on them.)

There's no pictures tonight because I can barely move my arms after 2 days of painting. I'm typing with a pen held in my teeth, that's just how dedicated I am to the blogging community.

There was also an incident in the woods with a very cute baby bird, but I don't know if any of the pictures came out. You'll just have to wait until next time.

Oh, and the surprisingly orange sock is coming along nicely. I'm starting to turn the heel now and I'm going to need complete silence, please. Thank you.

Friday, August 11, 2006

What is it?

OK, so either a bear hawked a loogie all over this bale of hay, or some kind of bug was engaged in pornographic acts and has left egg masses as evidence. It looks similar to praying mantis egg cases, but...you know...different. I really need a friend who's an entomologist. I have so many questions. I just want someone to follow me around with answers for "what's that?", "what's it doing?" and "WHAT DOES IT WANT?"

This is, by the way, our sophisticated security device. The bales of hay blocking the end of the driveway here are completely falling apart, so if any trespassing poachers move them aside to go four wheeling in the blueberry patch, the bales will disintegrate, thus alerting me several days later when I show up with the dog to go hiking. OK, so it's not a perfect system, but it's cheap.

Ooh, you know what? These also look like those cookies you get at Christmas that are made out of fluffed up eggwhites. What are those called? They're so yummy.

Tah - dah!

Just when you thought I'd made you look at every possible variety of moss - here's another one! What is it? What's it doing? What does it want? I would also like to request a horticulturist to answer my many plant questions.

Zeke and I made it all the way to the beaver ponds this time. Some of us got closer to the ponds than others.

Later, as I was slogging my way through armpit high ferns and pricker bushes that kept hooking me around the legs and cursing as a tree with giant spikey thorns reached out and tried to rip my arm off, I found this:

Whatever this is, it seems to have some kind of electromagnetic field surrounding it. I took 19 pictures of this damn plant, trying every possible camera feature, and exactly ONE was in focus. For those of you running for your native plant books, it's about 8 inches tall, and the cute little pear shaped fruit was maybe the size of a penny. And it was hard, not squishy.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


I was out late tonight partying with Grandma, so I'm too tired for a real blog. BUT, to the dismay of movie critics everywhere, I have discovered the joy of You Tube. People have been sending me links to videos on You Tube for a while, but it only tonight dawned on me that anyone (that's me!) can upload videos for sharing.

So tonight, my first classy art film: Dainty Dog. To quote a stranger on another blog, "It's so cute, I puked a rainbow."

Don't be shy - click the link!

Monday, August 07, 2006

Of Love and War

As some of you know, my family is currently in the process of cleaning out my paternal Grandmother's house, and unearthing many memories in the process. I wanted to share the most recent find with everyone because accompanying it is a great story and a little bit of history.

My grandparents courted and married during the course of World War II. Grandpa served in the army in the South Pacific and Grandma had to wait several long years for him to return home. And this, my friends, is the Lane Cedar Chest that Grandpa surprised her with while he was home on leave at Christmas, 1943.

Inside, the contents still smell strongly of cedar and are moth-free as promised.

What knitter doesn't recognize the value of a "Moth Insurance Policy"?!

All the paperwork was still intact, including this note from Lane
Dear Friend:
If the world were at peace this tag would be a small envelope...and in it would be your own personal key to your Lane Cedar Chest.

But today there are vital uses for the metals we would use for keys and locks. You'll note that your Lane Cedar Chest has a handsome VICTORY catch in place of the metal lock we used to use. It has been designed so that after Victory is won, a regular lock can be easily installed.

Please don't order a lock now. Wait until the war is won, Then for a small charge you may have a real Lane patented lock...and the key we couldn't send you now.


Yours for Victory,
Lane Cedar Chests

Many treasures were to be found inside - here are just a few.

A handknit child's sock, knit the same way as the socks I recently learned to make!

Lots of yarn, including this:

it's not all that fun to touch - pretty scratchy - but the colors are so intriguing to me. I can't stop peeking at them. And Dude! It's "mothproof" and "tangle-proof"!

But even more special, was Grandpa's hat.

And the orchid corsage he sent home to his sweetheart at New Years.

Mom has been taking small treasures she finds to the nursing home to show Grandma. While Grandma remembers every item, some of them she hasn't seen in many years. When the hat was brought out, Grandma took it and held it tenderly, got a little teary-eyed, then put the hat on and grinned at us.

It was the cedar chest that made her even more emotional. Imagine during war-time, and for a young couple just starting out with few possessions, what a huge gift that cedar chest was. She said she found it under the tree at her mother's house on Christmas morning, all wrapped up in red ribbon. It was a complete and utter surprise. The ribbon remains carefully wrapped up and saved in the chest for more than 60 years.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

New/Old Socks

So I started a new pair o'socks at that movie I was chatting about the other day. Evidently I have a counting problem (which is unfortunate since I work in finance) so I had to rip out the rows I started in the theater. Luckily I'm slow too (at knitting!), so there wasn't much to rip out.

These little socks have a rather long and torrid past. The yarn is from Cherry Tree Hill, and as a brand new knitter last Spring, recently enamored of sock knitting, I stumbled across Simply Socks. Great website, great service, and if I had more cashola, I'd buy 5 of everything. Anyway, I saw this crack for sale, excuse me, yarn for sale and I had to have it. In fact, and this is so pathetic, I was too excited about the yarn to sleep that night. This was also my first experience with yarn that had to be wound in a ball, which proved to be an adventure in itself.

I found the Falling Leaves socks pattern on Knitty, and cast right on. And then proceeded to screw up the toe 5 times. Please note - there is nothing wrong with the pattern - it's a great, well written pattern. It's me - I'm "slow" as we established above. So as not to draw out a long story, I got the toe knit after 4 tries, did the chart in the wrong order for a full repeat, and then noticed....

the toe is large enough for Mrs. Yeti to wear. I did ponder trying to make friends with a large-footed woman, just so I wouldn't have to start over again... But damnit! I will not let these socks get the better of me! So I cast on (for the 6th time now, if you count the theater) and they're actually starting to work! (Smaller needles, who'd have guessed?)

Here they are together for comparison.

So far so good - here are 2 pattern repeats. Yes, my feet are that white. NOW do you believe me about the vampires?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch:

Our first New York State snake! Yippeee! Sorry his head's out of focus - he was fleeing in terror, poor guy.

These are coming up everywhere and no one seems to know what they are. They're all in among the blueberries and moss and blackberries. It's getting a little crowded in there. Disappointingly, Mom and Dad took their plant books over and discovered that a lot of what I've already photographed (including my fave, the orange berries, aka, a bush form of Japanese honeysuckle) are non-natives and extremely invasive. So eventually they will all have "little accidents" in order to make the place more hospitable for native plants. (It's a good thing, getting out the bad guys, but I was rooting for the orange berries. I liked 'em.)

Heidi, if you're reading, I found this for ya!

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Four Things

I got sent this over e-mail and I'm being obnoxious and responding in my blog. Just because I can!

Subject: Four Things About Me
A) Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. zoo keeper (birds)
2. office manager
3. stocker in a hardware store
4. accountant/financial analyst (ha, ha, ha!)

B) 4 movies you would watch over and over:
1. Pirates of the Caribbean (PIRATES!!!)
2. Finding Nemo
3. The Princess Bride
4. Dusk 'til Dawn

C) Four places you have lived besides where you
live now:
1. Baltimore, MD
2. Baraboo, WI
3. Brookings, SD
4. Westminster, MD

D) Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Monk
2. That 70's Show
3. American Idol
4. I don't have tv right now, so I forget what I like to watch. But football season is coming and that means lots of Ravens games on satellite!!

E) Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Acadia National Forest, ME
2. West Virginia
3. Tampa/Clearwater, FL
4. Platte River, Nebraska

F) Four websites I visit daily:
1. http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/
2. http://the-panopticon.blogspot.com/
3. http://mousepotato.typepad.com/knittingdoctor/
4. http://criminyjickets.blogspot.com/

Yes, they're all knitting blogs. What can I say? I'm obsessed! I not only can't stop knitting, I can't stop looking at what other people are knitting.

G) Four of my favourite foods:
1. Steamed crabs
2. Cheesesteak subs from Cafe Hon
3. Bree and toasted sourdough bread
4. Panang beef from Thai Arroy

H) Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Right here! (isn't that irritating?)
2. Canada (I'm dying to check it out, and there's these knitters there)
3. At Cafe Hon or Thai Arroy with my Balto. friends
4. Some tropical resort with no responsibilities and lots of liquor and yarn

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Truth.

I created this blog to be a fun way to stay connected with friends and talk about my knitting and my life in Central New York. I intend to keep it as such, but last night I went to see Al Gore's “An Inconvenient Truth” and I feel compelled to act on what I saw.

I was pleasantly surprised to see the theater packed. They must have turned people away because I didn't see a single empty seat. The movie will only be shown 6 times here and I hope it is sold out each time. Way to go, Utica! The audience was great – as spellbound as I was throughout and we ended with a thunderous round of applause and cheers. Al Gore knows how to work a crowd.

My first reaction to the film was rage – rage at the criminal negligence and incompetence in our government that has brought us to this point. I voiced in a recent conversation to a friend that I hadn't decided if George Bush was grossly incompetent or truly evil. Now I know. His actions are those of a man completely consumed by his own lust for power and wealth, no matter the cost – even to the future generations of his own family. Because truly, if the world continues in the way it is going, there will be absolutely nothing left, even for the wealthy.

At times it was hard to concentrate on what Gore was saying, because I was still reeling from the statement before. It was like being told that a close friend or relative had been murdered, then being asked to concentrate on a puzzle, over and over and over, murder after murder. The film does what our useless government has been unable to do in counter argument – provide concrete scientific evidence of global warming, supported by countless scientists from all over the world.

As Oprah loves to say, “Now you know. And you can't continue to pretend that you don't know.” If we learn this “Inconvenient Truth” and continue to act as we always have, then we are just as guilty as the oil and energy companies, just as guilty as our insane, power-mad president.

So, all of the above being said, what am I personally going to do about this? I thought about it all last night, and all day today. What follows is what I consider to be the very least I can do, the easy stuff. I'm still pondering what else I can do, but this is a start. I want to make this public, in front of all (what? four?) of you who read this blog, in the hopes that it will keep me honest and on track.

From this day forward, I make the following pledge:

I will immediately reduce my carbon dioxide emissions to zero, beginning with the easy way out, offsetting my energy usage by buying renewable energy.

Throughout the next year and years to come, I will continue reducing my actual carbon dioxide emissions as much as possible, in part by taking the following actions:

I will increase my recycling efforts, not only when it's convenient, but recycling as much of my garbage as I am able to.

I will buy as many local products as possible, reducing the amount of emissions spent shipping products to me. This has the happy side effect of supporting local farmers and local businesses, which fortunately for me, includes the makers of Saranac Ale.

I will buy as much organically grown produce as possible. Since migratory birds are near and dear to my heart, this includes buying only shade-grown, organic coffee. Coffee is a luxury, so I can't use expense as an excuse.

Beginning next growing season, I will grow as much of my own produce as possible.

I will maintain my car, and drive it as little as possible, reducing my consumption of gasoline.

I will only buy appliances that are energy efficient.

I will replace my furnace with a more efficient one and maintain it regularly.

During winter, I will keep the temperature in my house as cold as I can tolerate, in order to save fuel. (God help me.)

I will not buy air conditioning units.

When it is time to replace my current vehicle, I will buy a hybrid, or if there are any available, an electric car. (A girl can dream.)

As soon as I can figure out how, I will keep a record of my progress on my blog, and update it on a regular basis with links and tips for anyone else interested in reducing global warming.

If you're still reading, thanks! I promise not to get all preachy, preachy and this will remain a fun blog about weird stuff in the woods, birds and knitting (and maybe someday quilting again, who knows.) But I feel that I have been enormously blessed in life and that I need to earn some of these blessings by doing my part.

If anyone wants to argue with me, hey, that's what democracy is all about. But you damn well better have seen the movie first.

In knitting news, I cast on a new pair of socks in the theater and guess what? Another knitter sat down next to me! Very exciting.

A message to the giant toad who ran across my street as I was on the way home from the movie, causing me to slam on the brakes and swerve like a drunken teenager on prom night: Watch out! Cute butt!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

So. Very. Hot.

Can't blog. Too hot. Cough, cough, wheeze.
Must have water.
Dog keeps panting on me.

See this slug? I bet it's nice and cool and damp in that hole. Maybe I'll crawl into the woods and join him.

Oh wait, this is nicer. Much. Nicer. Oh God, I think the snow is melting in my picture! ARRRGHHH!!