Crisp no longer

What can destroy a beautifully delicious basil plant in one day?

Was it the hot weather?
Was my landlady too rough with the water pressure?
Do the spiders in my backyard know I hate them so in return they ate my food?
Do the wilted leaves signify a frown because I left the city to relax at a friends cabin?

Oh my lovely herb, you will be missed.

click click click click

People running in flip flops are like nails on a chalkboard to me.

when it rains....

I haven't written in this thing for awhile for the plain and simple fact that I have been having too much fun.
Yes, it's possible.
Several dance parties, traveling, magic brownies, friends old and new.
I know I have been having too much fun
because my list in my mind of things I need to get done,
nothing has a slash through it. NOTHING!
That, and two alcoholic beverages doesn't make me tipsy anymore. Maybe five now.
Gross!
And there is something going on every weekend/visitors in town/going out of town for the next month.
I want to freeze time like that android girl from Out of This World (best TV show ever)!
So I wouldn't be bothered or tempted by anything or anyone.
It would just be me and my Hewlett Packard, trying to come up with the best way to sell myself in paragraph form.


There's so much work to do and it all needs to get done well and fast, because I feel some big waves being made in my life.
I just got hit with one today and because I did not expect it, I was left with a whole bunch of water up my nose and in my ears.

Now I'm sitting eating cheesecake looking out my window wondering when my landlady's fig tree is going to progress. I can't wait to be a thief.

Cool runnings

At one point today, I had the overwhelming urge to toboggan come over me.

How can I make that happen, I wonder, in the middle of an amazing summer in a very urban setting.

An addition..

..to the last post.

I just heard my neighbor through the fence say "Honey, will you go sit with the goats for a bit to shut them up?"

GOATS! PLURAL!

Neighbors

I don't just live next to chickens anymore, oh no.

There is a new addition to the Greenlake farm.

Only a thin wooden fence separates me

from a very very vocal goat (more specifically, a kid).

Mostly appreciative

Dear Seattle,

You do such a good job at feeding me. Cherries, plums, and apples on trees, all ripe for the picking and within a one block radius of my humble abode! There's no way a girl's gonna starve in this fair town. No sir!

Also, one more thing, Seattle. On a totally unrelated note.

I've become aware of a lot of "heavy breathers" sitting in the back of the bus with me. Sooo much huffing and puffing while at rest, I've noticed recently. What's up with that? I can hear them over my head phones! Maybe there aren't enough hills after all?

With much love,
Kim