We're opera mad in Camelot.

a synopsis of summer so far, after some depressive wordlessness these months:

roommate r went laden with saddlebags and attached water bottles on a nine day bike trip, leaving me in charge of the garden! The sparrows are nipping off ripening strawberries before they redden, I fear, but we've already feasted on romaine and broccoli and cherry tomatoes and herbs of all sorts. today r & i split the first cucumber! watermelon is our most ambitious plant. he came back from the trip with brutal poison ivy welts.

d's back from newfoundland.

it's hit 45 celsius including the humidex, which bodes well for the heatwave forecasted this week. grizz enjoys the local 'splashpad', basically various showers and sprinklers that go in hydraulic sequence at the push of a button. very cool. literally.

WITCH:
They dressed me up like this.
CROWD:
Augh, we didn't! We didn't...
WITCH:
And this isn't my nose. It's a false one.

bikes, painting banners, frisbee, the clothing-optional beach on the island, mourning a person we never got to know. racing on & hitting side mirrors with my bike, all macholike. allthewhile nan in the background, firm believing someday i'll give up this black coffee for strong tetley with a splash of condensed milk and a sprinkle of white sugar, come to my smog-skewed senses, and come home out of it, already, and all will be well with the world and my brain again. well. that certainly was a triumph when tried, now, wasn't it?

now a's up and left to collect budworms on the west coast of the nfld and i've taken her job at the dildo farm! for some reason m.i.a. can't get into the u.s. fools.

that's about it, i spose.