the return of "the wet"

We had the first rainstorm of the season last night in San Francisco - a boomer with a big rolling clap of thunder and lots of rain. I loved sitting in bedzilla and listening to it rain. The rain hits the window like a steel drum - and it's a sound I've always found very comforting in the dark of night.

This morning the air was fresh and the streets covered in puddles, and steaming cup of Kona in hand, I took Miss Kate out for our morning stroll.

Miss Kate, however, hates rain, and is not a fan of "the wet" as she calls it.

So - it is always fun that first rainy morning where you can see her literally navigating the sidewalk and the park for the minimal contact with "the wet". We are walking out of the park this morning - and it starts to rain again. I look down and say something like "Sorry Miss Kate - it's that time of year again" - and she looks up at me as if to say "yeah? well wait till I get home and wipe wet dog fur all over your couch." and then lets out a little huff as if to say "and btw - fuck off".

We continued along in an awkward silence, avoiding the bigger puddles. Even her favorite smell spots have been washed away and you can see her disappointment. "this smelled like raccoon poop yesterday. fucking rain." So I get her home - and it's the first time we drag out a towel and dry off her feet.

(I'll have to remember to put the doggy towel in the hall closet next to her leash.)

Even though the fall equinox isn't until tomorrow - we're celebrating it early in the muffin household.... with the return of "the wet."

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" Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind.... don't matter.....and those who matter....don't mind. " Dr. Seuss

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It is not often you receive a birthday invitation like the one I received from my workout-partner David. He turns 50 today. It says:

libations at 7. ritual at 8. cake at 9. late party at 10. Come witness. Participate

I'm going over to help him set up, then meet his friends for the party. I know that a few LJers will be there, some of my favorite in fact (Robby, Fish and Growler). so - I'm off for a good time.

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Shout out to my brother Drew who is doing a reception tonight for his new set of short stories! Go Drew Go!

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David emailed from Australia to say he's down hard with a chest infection. Not the best way to spend his first weekend back home. He returns to work tomorrow - and he's hoping the antibiotics will start doing their job. Poor bagel bear!

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Spent the afternoon housecleaning and working around the apartment - rearranging a few things. Putting some new art out - and putting some art away. it's nice to have enough stuff to rotate things out occasionally. I have 30 new photos I ordered from Shutterfly to put up on the photo wall in the entry and a friend is giving me a box of small frames which is very nice of him. Pictures include all sorts of adventures from the past nine months - and some new friends. I love my photo wall.

ttfn.

seafoam green is what 'all' the authors are wearing this year......

notdefined was kind enough to create a google video of my reading back in July.

TOMMY - YOU ROCK!

This video is 23 minutes long - and includes the whole reading. and I hatehatehatehatehate myself on camera. (i was so nervous! I talked sooooooo fast) It is so much easier to see myself on camera when I'm acting rather than just being moi.

and no, I don't expect anyone to watch ALL OF IT! but many folks that I would have like to have been there (particularly in other parts of the world) didn't get to see this.

(and pulsecub, notice my bookmark of choice?)

I also had such a queen moment watching this video - thinking not about how I sounded reading my novel - but "grrrl you are working that outfit!" LOL!

so - - without further ado:

The book is for sale here.

and - since the theme of the week is my brother's visit to San Francisco - you can see a selection of Drew's books here.