It was one of those news stories I read with my mouth agape in total bewilderment at what we now worship in America. Steve McNair, a married football player, was killed by his girlfriend who thought he was cheating on her with another girlfriend. No mention of where his wife and two sons were when he was shot to death while he slept. Despite this, people came to his funeral service from far and near because of his fame on the football field. I stopped reading about this whole icky episode when the news turned to the fact that his
Why I love Harry Potter
Because I can read the books or go to the movies and disappear for hours into a wonderful world of magic that I thought had died when I put away my childhood fantasies.
Really, New York Magazine? Levi? Really?
Levi Johnston fills a whole page in the Intelligencer section of New York Magazine’s July 13 edition. Sigh…. I will leave it to you to make up all the jokes you want to about the appropriateness of the section in which he is highlighted.
A perfect rainy Sunday
I spent most of the afternoon in my office with my parrots listening on the computer to bird sounds, and parrot songs in particular. They are always highly amused… and somewhat scared when I play raptor sounds… by this. And I get to hang out with some of my best friends who don’t even care if I showered or not that day. Life is truly bliss.
A suggested title for Sarah’s book
“Only dead fish go with the flow”
A classic example of too close for comfort
My friend Kate’s son is an ice skater with Disney’s High School Musical on Ice. He was in Jakarta on Friday getting ready for show in Indonesia when the bombs went off. Luckily Disney is too cheap to put the skaters up in an expensive hotel. But her son was able to take pictures out his hotel window of one of the bombed hotels with smoke coming out. This is never going to be something a mother wants to see. It’s called too close for comfort.
Disney has wisely decided to bring the troupe home. Good idea, guys!
Yet another doggie tale
We finish our morning meal. Blue gets her insulin shot. Blondie gets her daily prednisone. Then they both get half a dog biscuit for being good and taking their meds. But a flake from Blue’s half of the treat falls off. This tiny sliver falls right in front of Blondie who already has her half of the bone in her mouth. She goes into instant alert over the sliver on the floor lest Blue try to come back and claim it. Then she tries to pick it up in her mouth. But she can’t because her mouth is already occupied
The homeless will always be with us
“Summertime, and the livin’ is easy. Fish are jumpin’. And the cotton is high…” Gershwin’s paean to this season contrasts greatly with my current level of whining over the heat, the mosquitoes, the heat, the sun, the heat – well, you get the idea.
On the other hand, there are about 3000 residents of Anchorage for whom the summer does connote easier living in that it’s a guarantee that they won’t freeze to death while living on the streets and in the woods of our fair city. I guess when you have so little, you learn to be grateful for
Statistics tell the tale
Of the approximately 3000 homeless in Anchorage, only 400 are considered chronic inebriates. Makes you wonder who those other 2600 are and what sad stories their lives have to tell. Being drunk and homeless at least means you’re unconscious about your condition most of the time. Being sober and homeless and always conscious of your condition… well, that would just be a nightmare.
Brain freeze
Here’s a cautionary tale for you. Apparently it is not a good idea to sleep with a fan blowing cool air directly at your head all night no matter how hot you are. I got up this morning and almost fell over due to the dizziness. I guess tonight I’ll move the fan off to the side a bit… OR MAYBE GOD COULD PAY ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT THIS IS ANCHORAGE AND IT SHOULDN’T BE SO DAMN HOT THAT I NEED A FAN AT NIGHT.
Well, there you are. I’m still dizzy but feel much better.