Dig a moat around my life, that'll fix it

[sovay]

The plumbers came this morning and replaced the joint which they had replaced nearly two weeks ago which had since cracked and dripped through our bathroom ceiling once again. Here's hoping the third time is not the charm.

Also this morning I saw my first Cybertruck in the wild. It was sincerely impressive: exactly as appalling as the internet had led me to believe. It looked unreal not in the sense of futuristic cool but half-materialized eldritch incursion.

In the afternoon I managed to nap for three or four hours, which is approaching my normal ration lately and is not sufficient to sustain intelligence. It is especially frustrating since last night I finally watched at home on my own a movie which I loved.

Also last night I was so surprised to find myself still asked in this year of our trash fire 2024 for my origins based on my accent, I forgot to ask the man who stopped me after overhearing me at the pharmacy counter what he was expecting instead of the evident disappointment that I was born in Boston of American parents and had indeed heard before that I didn't sound like it.

Only thanks to a recent half-off sale was the curry powder of tonight's dinner affordable, but it is so neat to me that saffron has not depreciated since the days of Minoan frescoes.

Six monarchs in chrysalis are metamorphosing in my mother's house.

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[sovay]

It looked as if a rift had opened into an alternate dimension. "It looks even worse in reality!" we agreed.

It truly looks like bad CGI! Or the sort of monstrosity that could be created through the vivisection of garbage cans.

How was the prairie hike?

[pameladean]

It was beautiful. Indian grass and big bluestem were flowering. There was still some vivid orange butterfly weed in bloom. Lots of stiff coreopsis and gray coneflower. A whole raft of green darners wheeling and darting overhead. Goldfinches swooping by and more remarking "potato chip, potato chip, potato chip chip chips." Some blazing star was also blooming, blackeyed Susan, the first showy goldenrod.
The light was very harsh. It made the waving heads of the bluestem an amazing deep reddish purple, like arcane mist, but photography was difficult.
P.

[sovay]

The light was very harsh. It made the waving heads of the bluestem an amazing deep reddish purple, like arcane mist, but photography was difficult.

Thank you for describing it, then: it sounds wonderful.