before the cold

it rained on my birthday. also the sun shone on my birthday. yes, it did both things at once, for fifteen minutes while we took our dogs to the huge park on the hill to have a lisa's birthday free play. and while, yes, that plastic bag looks awfully jaunty in my hand, its only full of dog poop. i stood there, in the rain in the sun, crying from joy and wonder and thirty-two, holding a bag full of dog poop.

i also got this as a gift. it used to belong to my nana, is my favorite color and is heavy as hell. in addition to all of that, it doesn't work. but that's ok, my dad meant well. and really, it wants to work, and i appreciate its effort. so now, it will look pretty and i will love it, just like my nana.

also, our nectarine tree bloomed and lt. traggy grew really long hippie hair. we finally had to cut it a couple of weekends ago, as the weather finally broke, and he was starting to get too hot. we stood him on a table in the backyard, and went at him with the clippers in the shortest bursts that he would allow. an hour later, we were wearing all of his old hair, and he was jumping around the backyard, and yelping "i'm free! i'm free! i'm naked and free!" just like he was, well, a naked and free hippie. i swear, if he were a real boy, he would walk around in dirty jeans, flip flops and no shirt, and smoke pot out of a bong made from a honey bear container...