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It was a a quiet summer’s day at Matthew’s Beach Park with Sam. Drawing, reading, snacking, splashing and playing in the sand.

We were mostly alone on the wilderness side of the park-it’s a bit mucky and few folks like to lay about there, so Sam and I often go for the solitude. Though on this particular afternoon, there were a few teenage boys hanging out in the shrubberage, talking on their cell phones and sneaking sereptitiously off into the bushes for(presumeably) a toke now and then.

Heh, our guardian penguin kept us safe, sweeping the area with her keen, forbidding penguin glare and standing stern and stolid on the shore, daring anyone to mess with her peeps.

That explains the hypercallifragillistic insomnia last night. Pffff…

My friend Sophie wanted to paint me, but we were having so much fun that she didn’t get around to it ’til the last 20 minutes of the visit, so ’twas a bit hasty and unfinished. She said I should do the background…

Last night, I had an unseemly amount of paint left over from experimenting with the colors of a tattoo I’m designing, so voila! Van Gogh’s lilacs appeared behind my head.

4:30am. Still. Can’t. Sleep.

Skewered on the sharp an’ shiny tines of my restless mind. Why do I always think of the worst scenarios in the wee sleepless hours? The birds are starting to tweet their wake up calls, the sky is just beginning to brighten into the stirrings of a new day and I haven’t even seen wink #1.

Grack. I wish I was an onion. Then I could just peel aside layer after pungent, exciting layer, getting svelter and smaller and cuter until that last magical one-the teensy, smooth curvacious droplet of pure white onionyness that gives way to finally reveal, ta da! Nothing.

Sigh. I didn’t even do anything to deserve this, no lazing about all day, no latenight dark chocolate fest, nary an iced latte in sight. I did get a little feisty with my silver bullet right about bedtime, but that’s usually a good prelude to sleep! Whine. On the contrary, it was a most industrious and enjoyable wednesday. I got up early(ish), made breakfast, watered the garden, pruned the ‘maters, did laundry, took my kid to his dad’s, went for a walk, gave five massages at work and hied off to a fabulous Golden Gardens beachbirthdaysnugglejambonfireparty- -Happy birthday Sebastian! When the cops finally, definatively kicked us out, I merrily, even sleepily, cruised on homewards, little suspecting that such a perfectly turned out summer’s day would end in maniacal insomniacality.

Strange hormones frolicking in the summer breezes tonight~waves of luscious, lusty rapture deluge me, causing bizarre meditations on the omnipotent state of utterly divine chocolate brownieness and rambles through ankle-claspingly hot, somewhat forbidden fantasies(my vibrator made me do it, I swear!) alternating with slightly tangled skeins of pearlescent, silken longing snagged on snarky, fidgetting prickles of impossibility and craggy boulders of monumentally frustrating stupidity.

Heeeeeeeeelp, there’s too much happening in my brain! Someone please throw a cool washcloth on the fireworks and whip up a receptionist or two or at least a gofer with secret managerial aspirations, cuz if we could get this show shipshape I’m sure we could paint five paintings, write twenty poems an’ a graphic novel, sculpt a few major deities and solve most of the world’s woes(or at least my own) before the crow cocks morning.

Ouch.

OK, I’m going back to bed. Wish me asleep, please.

‘Strong and velvety’ he says, as I work on the twitchy plantar surface of his foot… Trust a frog-loving singer to come up with the best compliment ever.

Hmmm… Maybe I should add a flattery category.

Mmmmmm…….

My tomatoes have just gotten high enough to tie up to the lovely cedar arch trellis we made from a storm-fallen branch.

My one-boy army, Sam, sawed the little branches off.

The glorious Lisabee dug holes and pounded two-by-fours.

And now, my tomatoes are happily luxuriating, extending their lush green vines up, up and over, little green ‘maters dangling, slowly ripening in the yummy sunshine.

Aaaaah… Garden, my love.

See the evolution of lawn into garden here.

is the most heavenly hot springs ever! A deep cave, swimming in hot water, like slipping into Mother Earth’s womb. Love, love, love it!

Thanks, Josh and Danni, for a most memorable and delicious day.

Best view of the fireworks ever!

I attended a truly grand 4th of July party-on the rooftop of a north capital hill mansion. Sweeping city vistas yielded an excellent view of both firework shows and we also got to dance our patooties off to the sumptuous sounds of EQlateral(well, at least most of EQlateral) on the rooftop dancefloor, nestled amidst steep gables and giant brick chimneys.

It was magnificent.

I crawled through many legs to get to the edge,

so I could shoot zillions of pics for Sam.

Happy 4th, everyone!

HOOOOFRICKINRAY! I mean, I know the East Coast needs it’s kosher pickles, but what are we s’posed to do without all that rockin’ snuggly Joshy goodness?

Mah boys-too cool for the Grateful Bread.

Luckily for me, Sam takes good pictures too.

Arrrrrh!

Oh, an’ thanks for breakfast, Josh.

I’m pooped, but ’twas worth it(even despite the monsoon weather), cuz Critical Massive was so fun last week. Really, what could be better than a bunch of pretty, naked or glammed up burners dancing in the woods?

Kitty has dragonfly wings tattooed on her back… I couldn’t resist finishing the job.

Besides dancin’ my socks off and snuggling up a storm, I lolled about at the lovely, pebbly river beach and painted many scrumptious little doodads on people, including myself.

Oh, and just to make it even more delicious, my dear friend Josh, the Pickle King, came flying in and partied with us. Plus I got to smuggle him home with me.

Critical cuties-oddly enough, I’m the only naked one in this batch.