Flash Flooding!

 A 90% chance of rain today and flash flooding is possible. We do so need that rain. so let it fall. It is very cloudy this morning, and cool again. The air smells of rain, and that is swell. All weekend long my thoughts turned to the simple and innocent past, when, for entertainment, families would gather around the kitchen table with soda straws and Carter's Little Pills. They would insert the pills into one end of their straws, and watch with glee as they rolled out the other end. They would laugh and sing and do it again and again until their tummies ached and their eyes filled with tears. And they could cure their aching tummies with the very pills that entertained them so! Those were the years! And after an orgy of wife swapping they could scrub off the sweat and "gum" with BABO the foaming cleanser! And when instant cameras, those Polaroid Land cameras appeared, why, the first thing folks did was manufacture their very own pornography! Those wife swapping orgies took on a new dimension, as precious memories could be saved in a book of pages, photo albums chock full of bare flesh and numerous sex acts all documented for posterity. KING BOMBAR bath oil beads provided the lubrication. The good times flowed then, in America. And the pleasures were simple. It is not like that today, not at all. 

This weekend I will reveal that of which I have spoken so many times, my shaving mug! It will be revealed, I tell you, and it will be as though a veil will be torn from before your eyes and you shall see clearly, and for the first time!

A Cool Morning

 It was a warm day yesterday and a cool evening, which made for a good time on the patio with my wine and friends. This day dawns quite cool for this time of the season, but sunny. We have a bit of a breeze, which is welcome, but not enough to extend that flag, to make it stick out and flap around, and in any case that flag has deep sentimental value and I want it to last and last. I will NOT expose it to the elements. I will keep it safe and in its accustomed place. I can see it there, and that is what counts. The rest of you can stick your red white and blue arses in the air, for all I care. Do what thou wilt. Let that be the law. Reason under will. Let THAT be the whole of the law. We appear to not be living in an age of reason. That makes things less than orderly. More order. Order pleasures me. And rain chances will be quite good Tuesday and Wednesday. I look back to the glorious day of this country's past when products like BABO the Foaming Cleanser, Carter's Little Pills, and KING BOMBAR BATHOIL BEADS were household names. Glory days they were indeed. What one might give, eh, for the return of BABO! I fear that no amount of Foaming Cleanser will wash away our sins. I fear we fall under the harsh judgement and fearsome eye of KING BOMB-BAR! He hath but the one eye, but he seeith right well with it, with beams that come out of it, not beans but beams, harsh as any gigawatt laser, to fry the pants off of those who stray. Oh, you might well pray, for beans, but beans you will not get, but rather the beams that fry your pants off. 

Does it not seem to you, that in this age we are plagued by a great many tawdry pissy pants running around? And all these animalcules think they are hot stuff. It is money, an excess of money, that makes them so. 

More Rain!

 I woke up in the dark, in the night, to flashes of lightening and thunder. I went right back to sleep. Cool and damp and cloudy this morning after yet another shower of rain, the best kind. Rain chances improve Monday and Tuesday. I might not put up the flag tomorrow, lest it be desecrated by raindrops. And I don't fancy dashing outside several times to lower it as it starts to rain and raise it again when the rain halts, and in and out and up and down, until it all comes to resemble a farce. We don't want flag etiquette to become a farce, do we? And I don't want it to stay outside in the rain and get all droopy and flaccid. Better to keep it safely indoors, all warm and dry and cozy. So I accomplished quite a lot yesterday. Many tasks completed. I'm experimenting with Tai Chi moves combined with dynamic tension. That Charles Atlas thing. Surprisingly strenuous. I did some of that after weights. It might be better to use that before the weights, as a kind of warm-up. Well, it sure looks as though it could rain again this afternoon. We sure do need it. The playa lakes are still too low. 

More rain. It pleasures me. 

Vintage Evening!

 A fine morning! A thunderstorm east of us provided cool outflow winds and dark clouds and distant rumbles. It was good to be on the patio with my wine, surrounded by lush vegetation, in privacy, and savor the outdoors. And this morning it was partly cloudy, and quite cool, and it seems that mild temperatures and pleasant breezes will be with us, and chances for similar storms this evening are good. One goes ah. And two go ah ah, and so on. Ah ah ah. Can you have too many? I think not. I did well in the gym yesterday, too. Strength gains at my age are gratifying. I was gratified. 

At this very moment, I enjoy iced coffee. I still have windows open, and cool and fresh air circulates, but it is beginning to warm and it will be a warm day. Not hot. But warm. I have a large window near me, in this, my office. I look out that window upon a wall of green, green and growing things that will, by late summer, reach up to the eaves of this house-- a wall of stems and leaves, with complexities of light and shadow within. More ah. More AH! It pleasures me!

Yet More Rain!

 It was cool and wet yesterday morning and this morning it is cool and damp. Much better than having scorching heat and ultra dry air, let me tell you. Yes, this could be a very nice Memorial Day weekend. There is even talk of a peace deal but make no mistake, Israel will sabotage any such deal. Chosen people my arse. Ancient tribal myths need to die. Priestly propaganda. Self-aggrandizing fantasy. These things have no place in modern society. Not that modern society is such a grand thing. It certainly does not need to be contaminated with superstition. Of any sort. Of any variety. The less tribalism the better The less nationalism the better. It's like, we're all one. Can you dig it, man! HAHAHAHAH! Human nature guarantees human extinction. It's baked into the hodgepodge that evolution built. Animals with pretensions and illusions are still animals, live as animals, die as animals, and rot as animals. Be kind to animals. 

The true cost of this clusterfuck--so far:

The true cost.