Wha’s up pussycat?

I feel like abbie the cat right now, purrrfectly happy…

Oh hay, guess what i have

guess what i have

guess gues guees guess guesss

okay give up

a pretty website…

In fact, I can’t stop smiling.

It’s twilight, and the fireflies are beginning to pop up out of the grass where they’ve been hiding all day. There’s no more beautiful sight than a lawn full of fireflies, in my opinion. Except the aurora borealis maybe. But I rarely take the time anymore to appreciate them. When we first moved here, I would sit at the window with my chin resting on the back of the couch, staring for hours. It’s really magical when a lightning bug winds its way inside the house when the lights are off; you feel like Wendy and the Lost Boys did, encountering Tink for the first time… When I was a little girl I had a book called Miss Suzy, about an apron-wearing squirrel who kept a tidy house in a treetop. Every night she would change the firefly in her lamp, and when I was little, I was absolutely entranced by the idea. I was a California child, and the only fireflies I’d seen were in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland. Now I get the real deal at dusk every summer evening.

Nobody else is home, except the six (other) furry creatures, so I had sardines on saltines for dinner, and watched Napoleon Dynamite for the seventieth time.

“Napoleon…. like anyone can even know that…”

I started Prodigal Summer and am really enjoying it. I wasn’t sure if I would, since I usually eschew books that contain more description than dialogue, but surprisingly, this one is keeping my attention. Barbara Kingsolver is one of my favorite authors; I first stumbled upon her books at a thrift shop, where I picked up Pigs In Heaven on a whim. From there I went on to read The Bean Trees, and then The Poisonwood Bible. I adore them all. After these three, I moved on to other authors and kind of forgot about her until I found Prodigal Summer the other day. I’ll probably stay up all night finishing it, to my detriment. I’m already pushing the limits of exhausted endurance, at least for me, and we have to get up early to drive to Jesse’s graduation in the morning. Drag. Maybe I should go to bed now.

Yikes, I hope this graduation isn’t a dress-up deal. I hate dressing up. Dressing up for me is finding a shirt and jeans that don’t need ironing. I would wear my denim mini-skirt, but my bare legs might blind small children, and we don’t need that kind of stress, and God knows I’m not wearing nylons in this heat. Why is it before every event - even the ones I’m looking forward to - I do my level best to talk myself out of going? When I get there I have a terrific time, and can’t imagine having stayed home, but beforehand… sheesh… Well, no way am I missing my son’s graduation just because my emotions go all lily-livered. I’ve got to remember to unhermit myself whenever possible, if for no other reason than so I’ll actually have something to write about here!

And now I think I really will go to bed. See you tomorrow with something interesting to say… Oh, I just saw that Bo Bice got married. Darn.

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