We’ve got photos (a few).
And there are sailors!
I like the tram wires, for some reason.
I feel the crabbiness lifting, maybe. The weather has changed and it’s cool in the mornings. A lot of birds are landing, too. It turns out the Jim is diabetic — we have to give him insulin shots twice a day, poor thing. But it’s kind of a relief to know what it is, and I’m hopeful that it won’t bankrupt us. Poor M is being tortured by college applications, interviews, essays and the fact that her physics teacher is the most boring man alive. I’ve scheduled the mammogram (just routine). All that crap, but it suddenly feels manageable. Or endurable, at least.
This is crazy, but I really like this planet. Aren’t you glad you live here with this weather and these seasons and these plants and not somewhere else where you’d have tentacles sprouting from your forehead and have to deal with clouds of sulphuric acid? I’m sure if I did live there, I’d feel partial to that planet, too — but it is hard not to like a crisp blue sky in the fall.