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| SELF PORTRAIT SUMMER 2015 |
Well, my blog has been short on original content of late, as I have been busy processing Facebook posts on "Why Republicans Hate Science." I have no intent with this post other than to check in. I have 19 seconds before I have to run down to the patio and turn over the chicken on the Weber grill.
{running downstairs and through the kitchen, through the mudroom, to check on the done factor of some tandoori marinated chicken...}
Poked the chicken with my finger, not firm enough. My finger is a thermometer for bbq, always improving, the longer I live in KC.
OK.
So the big news is that we adopted a dog, her name is Pixie Paloma Van Jones. She is pretty much blind, from cataracts, and has bonded with Tracy very intently, something Pixie and I have in common, along with being stray dogs.
Tracy was looking at kittens through the window at Dearborn Animal Clinic on Johnson Drive, across from Town Topic and our friend Astoria's amazing resale store, Lulu's, where you should go for a magic style consultation, then on to Lamar's Donuts. Tracy went into Dearborn to look at the kittens and was introduced to Pixie, aka Penelope (a dog orphanage name that is hard to say). We kept her for a weekend, thought about it, and decided we wanted to give her a home.
Here is a photo of Pixie and Pablo climbing a pile of construction spoilage with Tracy, on Rockhurst campus. We like to get out there and get down and dirty with whatever we run into. Pixie is game. A few nights ago, she went after a goose at the lake on the campus of the Kaufmann Center, with blithe disregard for the different between solid ground and water. Tracy grabbed her by the tip of her tail before she headed out to deeper waters. This dog lives on smell, sound, vibration, taste, faith, and pure enthusiasm for what comes next.
My problem today is what book to read after finishing The Kite Runner on Audible. It is a hard act to follow. I'm flirting with Don Quixote, in the most recent translation by Edith Grossman. It will take my two months of commuting to work to listen to this version of the book, which I read a few years back. I felt, upon finishing it, that I will want to read it every few years for as long as I live.
I've been working on songs, I'd like to make a double album.
