is that all?

so. my titles are going to be the song i'm listening to when i start a post. this song is by U2. it's on their second album (cuz that's what it was goddammit. i bought the LP.) "october".


one of my absolute favorite blogs is shut down till october. i don't know how people write a cogent, even entertaining post every day. hell, even most days. esp. when one has kids and all they entail, a job outside the house and then a home (that isn't an apartment the size of a refrigerator box!) to take care of. i got nothing but time and i have a hard time doing it. i think that's mostly because i have content problems. 


1. i clean a bit every day. this means my whole place is seldom shipshape at the same time. but it also means i don't have to inhale a bunch of cleaning products (and even method gets old, you know?) on the same day that i sweep and mop. those 2 things wreck my back. they got my mom in the gut. *le sigh* my mom... gone five years now. i STILL have dreams where i tell her off. i'm wondering what i have to do to get rid of them, because it seems to me like i've put all that shit to rest in the real world.... i also don't believe in doing a week worth of laundry at once. again, i have the time to do some every day... 


2. there's just an assload of stuff i could write about, and a hundred stories i could tell. i think i'm sort of afraid to. does it really matter what any of you thinks? i think i'm not quite over myself, you know?


3. it was bloody fucking hot here today. 93 i think. told you the hellish weather would show up in september, didn't i? least it's much less muggy than it was the last time it was this hot. could be even more dry, though! wen'l doesn't like it, but i figure if it's gonna be 90+, the humidity should be about 12%. all i'd have to do is pound ice water all day and i'd be ok. when it's like this, it's like i don't really come to life till about 6pm. it's probably about 85 now. 


4. i promised there'd be recipes. last thing i wanna do when it's this hot is cook. i'm gonna have a ham sangwich later, and maybe a pickle. 


5. after living here for a year and a half, i finally got around to having an actual conversation with the couple down in #6. they both speak spanish. well duh! so do i! the man asked how i was... "bien?" me: "asi asi." and the damn floodgates opened! she's going to mexico to have surgery. i'm thinking a hysterectomy, but she didn't say so. next time i see em out there, i'm gonna introduce myself properly. was cool saying something other than "hola!" though :)


anyway, come october, i'll share the URL for that blog i'm jonesing for. there's some good peeps over there, and a couple of really kick-ass short stories. binko could have, should have been a published author. but in her case, as in so many, life got in the fucking way.