Monday, July 04, 2005 I demand sparklers
*One consequence of Baltimore Blog Fever is that if anyone cared to, they could probably interenet-track the whereabouts and activities of quite a few people with only short gaps of unaccounted-for time. In the interest of preserving mystery, I am not going to reveal where I went yesterday, or who kindly gave me a ride there or who else was there, but I think the internet deserves to know that towards the end of the night, I climbed up some giant rocks and then back down. My success surprised even me. I should pose for inspirational office photo posters. Mine will be me, tottering up a shed-sized boulder in my shoes that look a little bit edgy and little bit orthopedic, with their towering soles and sensible round toes. I will be dramaticly backlit by a street lamp. The swirling font below the image will say, "DUMB LUCK."
*A dog is in my house for the summer. I'd forgotten how dogs work. Loudly, loudly, and with great enthusiasm, looks like. Also, with sad eyes and wounded dignity. This dog is notable for its large size, plumy tail, and its stupendous vertical leap. He is friendly, but does a lot of biting.
*My mother wrote me an e-mail that said in part that this year, she's not planting a row of tiny US flags in her front yard fon today, because she doesn't want anyone to think she supports W. She was sad about it, because she loves her little flags. That is the kind of thing that makes my sister's head explode: she is not on the team that approves of flags of any kind.
My mom, once she was of a certain age, decided that seasonal garden flags were the way to go. She enforces this policy for her end of the block by giving seasonal yard flags, some of which she makes herself and are very beautiful for what they are, to all her neighbors. She is a fearsome but loving block boss. If anyone in the neighborhood needs a petsitter, my mom does it. Conversely, if while one is gone, she thinks she can improve your home, she will make that improvement. When one returns from vacation to find a new structure in the yard or one's porch lined with plexiglass, one is grateful--if one is smart. posted by Frenz | 7/04/2005 03:14:00 PM
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