ky kelly

i was so out of it yesterday. par example, bunderbate called to chat and check that i made it in safely and i know we spoke -- mainly, i think, i listened, but boy: what did we say?

i slept for so many hours yesterday afternoon because i got up at 4 to catch my flight. insane. i actually went through the security points two hours before the departure time. considering that i mainly treat flights nwa.com like a bus, flying standby far too often, this was a stunner for even me.
the good news is that i could take about a gallon of personal lube on board with impunity. and the other good news is that almost no one on the flight had carry-on bags so planing and de-planing went quickly and smoothly.

lindsay picked me up and shuttled me home. i must confess i was less charmed by the stead upon this arrival. i am fairly sure that no one has tidied or de-jasercized the fabrics inside; outside... no one cut the grass, raked, weeded or gardened since i was here last. all the outdoor home projects were the sore point before i left, and i think that the ceasefire is holding but there's little activity in terms of chores. except lindsaysmith tackled the fridge. and it looks amazing. i seriously contemplated hiring some latinas to come and clean...

by the way, did i type or tell about how somehow almost every single day when mindy and mary's latina housekeepers arrived to scour their home, i was making a quesadilla with jarred salsa. i think i learned the spanish word for dumb bunny, white liberal foodiefool.

and speaking of...this weekend, shelley and karen are coming for an end of the summer hurrah and ovular. karen shepherded me to ann arbor under the cover of night about one year ago. around this time. she remarked to me that she was eager to see A2 by the light of day...i explained that it was a lot like capital hill. to which karen immediately remarked...oh good. i love white overeducated liberals.

and speaking of...joe biden is a doofus. i heard those remarks on fox about delaware. and i turned to barb directly and was like: what the fuck?

last night, after i woke up, karenna made a big fire on the back porch in the pit and she, lismith, and i curled up with jasmine, some wine, and a pasta that i threw together. linsday procured some of my favorite treats from big ten: gazpacho, bread, spanish cheese, and toberlone. i was so touched. sarah joined us later. it was extremely pleasant. i even turned on my brightly colored lights and settled into the darkness. it is cool here and we are readying for fall.

this was a positive omen.

while we sat outside, i brushed jasmine about a million times and found many brambles in her undercoat. she seemed pleased that i was back to get into her hair. i am going to start working on crating her...following miri's advice and then i am going to train her to brush me because i suspect that i have some gunk in my own undercoat.