Friday, August 26, 2011

Like oh so many people today, I went to the supermarket.
Unlike so many people today, I was not shopping for hurricane supplies.
I felt a little out of place as I stood in a longer than usual line, looking out at shopping carts laden with cases of bottled water and basics like bread and milk.
What was in my arms?
 Eight Hershey bars with almonds and a pint of heavy whipping cream.
The contrast made me laugh, though I felt like I had to explain that my husband was making chocolate cream pies for a bike club ride tomorrow. (They ride rain or shine, and then they eat, rain or shine.)
Bicyclists have their priorities.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

When it rains, it spores.
 You know it's been rainy when even the grass puts up an umbrella ... or two.
 A pair of enormous toadstools popped up on our neighbor's lawn Tuesday.
 These were SUV toadstools, each top spreading at least 6 inches across.
 The view from underneath was just as impressive, with hundreds of delicate gills ringing the stem.
  At that angle, they looked like miniature satellite dishes, listening for signals from the universe.
  Anybody out there?

Shades of "Contact"?

Monday, August 1, 2011

Louie, in full-fur mode.

To each his own, they say. "They" may not have been thinking of dogs when they said it, but it certainly fits.
While working at my computer in the kitchen the other morning, I heard Louie, our resident canine, noising about under the table. Slowly the sound sank in: claws clattering on the floor, followed by a thump. Clatter, thump. Clatter, thump. He was rolling in something.
Recalling that one of our resident felines has been having fur ball issues, I had a good idea of just what he had found. 
Sure enough, I crawled under the table and met Louie standing over the remnant of a fur ball. He stared at me, clearly about to dive back in for more.
"Leave it." I said, in my I-mean-business voice.
He did.
He's such a good boy. 
If Louie had a Facebook account,
he might choose this shot for his profile.