a Hurricane of Fish

happVery weird things happened the last week. It was weird the week before but it got weirder. I lost track of things a lot. Mother wrote from Europe. I starred her email but I don’t know yet what to write back. I don’t see any way I could make her want to read what I have to tell her, unless I tell her some other happier stories, so I’m presently making things up. I’ll put it down and click send later.

The maids are back so some semblance of order has returned to the house and the dog is now well secured and pampered. There’s a Golden Retriever from across the road that he seems to like but she doesn’t like him much it seems. He needs to work on his game.

Remember that Hurricane of Fish? I see it again. A hurricane of fish. This time they’re hungry and restless. Very. Even the water got very mucky.

I wrote to a few random people and chatted with a few friends. Samantha said I don’t make sense much. She thinks the rumors of my ignorance were greatly exaggerated. Sam sent me a signed copy of Bruce Sterling new book. Z talked of Neal Stephenson new tome but I’ve not come around to it yet. Sophia Latjuba and her husband agreed to do the questions. Chubby just called and asked me to help with his wedding. Olive called and I was happy enough to hear her voice. I’ll be happy to make it pass this week and keep my lil brother alive. Vi is back from her outback trip so can ramble to her instead and keep you people happy.

We’re going to happy post week

(this is where I post only happy stuff for an indeterminate period of time until the depression seeps back in).