Day 18 of no air conditioning with a pre-menopausal woman in the house. It’s not pretty. Night sweats take on a whole new meaning. My usual charm did not work with the A/C guy, when he said he had to special order the motor that had burned out—he just laughed when I said, “It’ll be fixed by Monday, right?” and walked out to his truck. He must feel all-powerful sometimes, bastard. I was lulled into a false sense of security about the weather forecast when I misread the screen and was skipping and jumping up and down thinking it was going to be 70. That was the nighttime forecast, you idiot!
I feel much better about the weight I gained during my recent breakup after I saw “Wrinklebutt,” the largest Eastern Pacific green sea turtle ever recorded. Wrinklebutt has been hanging around the San Diego coastal area for a while, delighting scientists for 30 years. She got her name from the distinctive deformity of her shell. Hell, I have a deformity of my shell too, but first person that calls me Wrinklebutt is gonna’ get it. Check out the story.
I’m going to be shifting the focus of my blog in the near future, just haven’t figured out quite how that will look. I’m being read by an audience with scattered viewpoints—family, friends, and others looking in—and, frankly, it’s boring me, or more likely I’m just becoming boring trying to edit so heavily for the various sensibilities. So, stay tuned.
My God, Is That My Voice?
~ Henry Irving
Published on: Jun 1, 2006
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