Sunday Monsoon Blogging
“Monsoon” is a relative term; in southern Arizona it means summertime thunderstorms, an everyday event in most places but a momentous and welcome one here in the desert.
Any Lap in a Storm
Southern Arizona has a monsoon season. It runs from mid-June to the end of September. This is when the 100-year rains come. We lived in Phoenix during the summer and fall of 1978 and had two of them back to back.
Here Be Bitmojis
I joined a closed Facebook community called “A Group Where We Pretend to be Boomers.” As you’d expect, members are baby boomers who make fun of themselves by posting as if they don’t understand the first thing about computers, email, the internet, and social media. To me, that’s more of a “greatest generation” thing, but I do know boomers my age who fit the stereotype well. But hey, isn’t Facebook mostly a boomer thing anyway? Aren’t all the youngsters on Snapfilter or whatever?
Tuesday Bag o’ Trouble
Whenever black Americans take to the streets over police brutality and killings, racist email forwards follow. Over the past week I’ve gotten two, both claiming the media ignores black on white crime out of political correctness. What world do these people live in? Since when has the press ignored black on white crime? I think […]
Friday Bag o’ Dog Years
Both hummingbird chicks have flown away. The bicycle hook nest is empty. A friend told me new chicks sometimes come back to the nest at first. We observed that with one of the chicks from an earlier hummingbird nest in June. I remember thinking, “Surely that bird should have learned to fly by now,” and then right before my […]
Summer Cold Icumen In, Lhude Sing Goddamm
Woke up two days ago somehow aware of my nasal cavity. My goodness, the inside of my head is full of strangely-shaped passages and sinuses, I thought. That awareness was a sign; sure enough, as the day progressed, the recesses and folds inside my head became hot, then itchy, then sore. Not a week ago […]