last month brought a full day of REAL rain to seattle (at least 6 hundredths of an inch!) and that whole 103 degrees hottest-day-on-record thing, while so far august has been, well, uninspiring. nobody's driven an OJMobile into the shop, the weather is typical seattle whatever, highs in the low seventies. . .basically what you'd expect. i've been bored enough to begin my yearly hallucinations before any ski mags post up on the shelves. . .scenes of chinook pass in late november, loveland in march, a deep day out south in late february flash with disturbing alacrity across my addled mind. seems "turning the corner" is kinda like DROPPING A BUNCH OF ACID. wait. i've never actually done that. i heard that it's a hallucinogen, though, so i'll leave it there.
in other news, this morning a neighbour cat decided to come visit. i sleep with the sliding-glass door to my bedroom wide open cos i need fresh air to fall asleep and that's the only recourse i have. not owning a screen door, this leaves my WAY exposed to the elements. said feline club member has used this open door to startle me in the past, one morning hanging out by the inside door of my bedroom while i made lunch upstairs and then nearly stepped on him walking back into my room; another time staring at me like i was charlie chaplin till i woke and started visibly and made some noise like a perryesque "ohf!" and then running off. this morning i awoke feeling pressure on my shoulders. i was sleeping on my stomach as i never do, and the neighbour cat was sitting on my shoulders MEOWING LIKE THE HINDENBURG. i said something remarkably witty like "ack!" or "oof!" and he ran off again. hm. the battle continues.
i bought two pair of pance last week at the goodwill in upper ballard. . .one of them has become my FAVOURITE PAIR OF PANCE EVER and the other is totally confusing. the waist is spot on but the quadal/hamal region feels as though it was cut for a gazelle. and they're strangely boot-cut, so the ankles are more like flowing dresses for my calves. i don't know. they seemed like a good plan in the dressing room. maybe i was blinded by the pink tag and the $5.99 price for kenneth cole. maybe i'll try and return them, get my money back.
speaking of hallucinations: my idea for a romantic magnet: a righteous pair of skis.
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Once I was sleeping on a beach and dreamed so weirdly of cats sleeping on me that I woke up to find my ears full of sand and a small dune forming on top of me.
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