shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be honest, a title escapes me. Today, on my way to work, I saw a dead deer up ahead in the road, and said, "Ohhhhhh," outloud, right over NPR's weather report. Thing is, it wasn't a deer...just a smashed and soggy cardboard box. I talked to myself, and had a heart pang, all for a mushed up carton. Baseball, All-Stars, cheering, endless announcing. It's all just background noise. My favorite ice cream spoon is missing. Where the hell can it be? The spoon drawer seems like the obvious place, but no, I don't see it. "And the dish ran away with the spoon." Hmmm, better inventory the dishes. The wind is kicking up. Maybe a storm's on the way. Cool. I'm always secretly disappointed when a predicted storm skirts the area. I love the little burst of drama. I'm talking garden-variety storms here...a little lightning, a few dramatic blasts of thunder. No prolonged power outages during which the refrigerator warms to the same balmy temperature as the hall closet. No reading by the dim, dim flickering light of a long-neglected flashlight. Just a twenty minute burst of storm. That's what I look forward to. Had a great nectarine today at lunch. It was right smack in the the middle of that narrow window of superb fruit ripeness. Can't beat that. Boo's barking at the TV. He thinks the All-Star game sucks, too. Smart pup. 7:57 p.m. - 2004-07-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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