brainmelt

This heat makes people stupid.

Almost got run over (again) on the way home today. The driver — who was looking my way when I began crossing in front of him — actually pushed me with his fender, not realizing I was there until I banged on the hood of his car.

He threw his hands up to his mouth in horror, apologized repeatedly, said it was his fault but never once asked if I was okay. To make matters worse, he kept calling me ma'am.

I gave him the standard dirty look and started to walk away and then decided that I wasn't going to let him off that easy. I walked back in front of his car and yelled at him: "WTF WERE YOU LOOKING AT?" All he did was repeat his apologies.

So, I did the only thing I could. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of his license plate to freak him out.

If I was insane, I probably would have followed him into the parking lot he drove to and keyed his car, slashed his tires and thrown all sorts of garbage at it. I didn't. Instead, I prayed. Prayed that the dozen plus pigeons in that lot showered his car with as much attention as I did.

More, actually.

And, yes, I had a triple chocolate ice cream to console myself. You didn't expect anything less, did you?

world naked bike ride vs. the stanley cup

The world naked bike ride was last Saturday. What an eyeful. Game 7 of the Stanley Cup is... now. Both get your blood pumping.

I was in a pizza shop, devouring a Sicilian and slurping on a Limonata when I saw the herd nearing. All were nude save for their helmets -- safety first, after all!

And to think I actually rushed to the window with phone in hand to get a shot. Why? Novelty, I suppose. These are things one can't anticipate on any given weekend: ogling a nude cycle gang while noshing on a slice.

Today, it's 25 degrees, the sun doesn't set until 9pm and Mr. Man and I are indoors planted in front of the television, eating chilli, tortilla chips and sausages. This makes sense in his world because such testosterone-driven activities (ie. playoff hockey) demand eating testosterone-friendly foods. Let's go with that. It means I don't have to cook. It also means it's going to get extra heated in here tonight.

First period is more than half over. Screaming at a minimum so far. Only two more hours to go. Will surely need more fuel...

good day sunshine

Spring is sprung, the grass is ris... and here is where the flowers is:

along with one solitary bee going about its business.

It's days like this that make me want to take the bike out in search of beautiful blooms under which I can enjoy a private little picnic, fill my head with music and catch up on some reading -- all at my own indulgent pace.

Sometimes, it's good to be alone. Even under sunny skies.

absence

Makes the heart grow fungus... or something like that.

So, it's been awhile. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Valentine's Day and an early St. Patrick's Day, too. Might as well throw in some cautionary advice: beware the Ides of March. Early, I know, but why not?

Still feeling lazy and uninspired to do anything, including writing that I feel lazy and uninspired to do anything these days.

Since the beginning of the year I have started going to a weekly good-for-the-soul dinner date with my dearest friend, in an effort to keep us on track for the year. We eat, we drink, we talk and plan. We offer support and don't judge. Very good for the soul.

This year we're gonna take it easy. Or as they say in Greece, siga siga.