I miss the fashion of early 2020, when proper masking wasn't always available, so it was totally cool to walk around in a bandanna like a Wild West bandit stopping a train. My favorite one was Caribbean blue with flamingos.

Looking at news of a drought, wildfire potential for my area. Looking at the skies, and seeing something I've been seeing since April, when the rain should have started falling. Cloudy skies, the promise of rain, and only the slightest chance of it falling for a few minutes, maybe, right around sunset. It's not hitting the dewpoint. It's too hot. The water is in the area, it will not fall. I bet we get blizzards this winter, and some will say that is proof everything is fine.

#climateChange

FINE I will delete my bitchy post quickly before anyone sees it, WHATEVER.

This is an interesting spin. I wonder what xenophobic Republicans would think about their beloved assault weapons if they knew the guns we make here skip over our community and head straight to Mexico.

"“Many people trying to cross the border legally are applying for asylum, in hopes of escaping the violence. Others are crossing illegally. But the violence that they are fleeing is made possible by the guns that Americans have made,” she said."

#politics #gunViolence

https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/2023/06/06/guns-violence-drug-trafficking-refugees-border-crisis-vicious-circle-ieva-jusionyte/

Romeo has learned how to tell what the pea pods look like on the vine, and has now taken to harvesting his own, the theifer.

Romeo just discovered he likes peas, but I wouldn't let him have this one.
#gardening #DogsOfCoSo #dogs

Alt continued:

I look for the forest in your eyes. I see myself reflected there, under the shadows of your lashes, like bars of a cage. You murmur of love, of the kindness you will show as you take care of me.

Alt continued: They are made from folded paper. I open one, numbers dance across it, synchronized, flowing along the outline of trees that fall and crumble into more paper. They dance in patterns that comfort me, and still I shiver.

I shiver as you whisper words of agreement and understanding, words that fall shiny from your lips, words that shatter as they tumble, crackling like thin ice, sparkling like diamond dust.

A bit of writing I did a while ago. It was going to open a horror novel, but the plot I came up with was too dark for me to write.

Well, the dog jumped in my garden bed and knocked over all my mushrooms, and my guide books have already been purchased and are on their way. I know where this is going. No more mushrooms are going to come up, my barren soil will mock me while I stand nearby, guide book in hand, singing my disappointed songs.