There's a monster under my bed!

Mom Humor!

O. k. there's not but there should be.  As I purged my closet today I realized something about beliefs in things such as: If you treat your money with respect it will treat you with respect, If you store things under the bed your blocking your flow (flow of what I don't know), If you leave a hat on the bed it's bad luck, etc.  

For no reason what so ever it occurred to me that someone some where woke up one morning and thought "damn, yesterday sucked it must be because I left my hat on the bed."  Or, wow, I'm broke, it's because I don't respect my money.  Well, last time I checked money had no feelers and my hats didn't dance around surrounded by luck.  This, of course does not mean that you don't have a lucky hat or that if you send money to charity it won't come back to you in the form of warm fuzzies.  It means, life is what we make of it, good, bad and sometimes down right indifferent. 
The trick, I'm learning is to ignore the indifferent part and hang on to the good and even the bad.  Why hang on to both?  Because they form who we are and how we behave during those sucky indifferent phases of life.  

Rain drops and yellow brested finches

Fall is on its way!

Both are in my garden right now, if of course, you can call the patch of green completely unstructured and over run with basil.  Every year I consider ripping out the basil and allowing the other plants a chance at life, then I remember that the yellow breasted finches love it.  So, the basil stays.

The best part about these rare days is that staying in feels good and right.  As opposed to the blistering hot days that we find ourselves huddled up in our homes.  O.K. I find myself huddled up in my home like its the middle of a Siberian winter on any day that's over 105* which generally is the better part of the summer. 

The Bengals had a party today, destroying my best lens and filter.  How is it that a cat who is afraid of his own shadow can blatantly look at me as he knocks a lens off a secured place?  Apparently, it wasn't that secured or he wouldn't have been able to knock it down.  This is the same cat who at nine months decided he would knock a bottle of Worcestershire sauce off the top shelf of the pantry, wait for me to walk in and see what had shattered, jump down 7 feet (Really, I've no idea how he got up there he's not a jumper) mover over to the table and perch himself off the side to watch me clean it up.  Bengals seem to make Oriental Shorthairs look saintly.  Unless of course you count the whole talking all the time thing.  If you're counting that then Orientals when hands down every time!

Welcome to the Jungle Baby!

Stanley~Raymond showing his disdain for early mornings~

Alright it may not be the jungle but considering it’s monsoon season it sure feels like it!  Don’t get me wrong, I’ll take a steamy hot day over the dry convection heat any day.  There’s nothing that says “shriveled up like a prune.” like 4% humidity.  Honestly, how did the settlers do it?   I’d like to think it was cooler here back in the day, or perhaps they had water coming from springs and wells that are now lost on the modern world.  Yes, well, if nothing else it’s something to ponder.  It’s really not hard to find it here if say, you’re interested in a giant fountain or a pool but should you be looking for a babbling brook may I suggest somewhere in B.C.? 

With a little luck this will evolve into a blog that has a pretty picture here and there and maybe some jewelry to oooh and ahhhh over, then again, it could just be occasional ramblings about what it’s like living on the surface of the sun far away from your friends and very close to your “not really” in-laws, which depending on whether or not said “not really” mother in-law is cooking is pretty nice.  No, this is not due to my lack of culinary skills, it’s because she be from south of the border and cooks amazing mexican food!