May. 17, 2008 at 12:48pm

summer in the city...

(oh, wait...)

Can I say it?  Well, I will, as I have at least two here who agree: it's too hot right now. (Bill and Tank aren't impressed; I'm just irritated that I can't be at a sprayground or in a sprinkler right now.)

But today is Cleaning Day, as The Man arrives tomorrow.  I have yet to wash dogs and the subsequent hella'-nasty bathroom, but I did clean the cage of Fluffy the gerbil (it seems we buy rodents whenever The Man goes on long aways, as a sort of substitute dad?  Our last one, Flash, died a fairly quick though traumatic death at the jaws of the two unhappy heat sufferers, who showed themselves fine hunters for just one brienf and unshining moment.)  Fortunately, I like Fluffy (who is, I believe male, though I'm not an expert in the matters of rodent-sexing) better than I liked Flash, as s/he's a sweet docile thing who rather likes being handled (though getting her out of her cage is ...fun.) --the unfortunate thing about Fluffy is s/he seems to have a neurotic tic; while FLash showed her neuroses (btw, all our rodents are SHE, regardless of true gender, b/c the Kid says they are)  in the eating of plastic domiciles and the frantic "digging to China" in the metal cage, Fluffy likes to fluff up her bedding and hide out in her cave...While scratching her nose bloody and raw.  It's not a good thing, and I have to wonder... do they have gerbil Zanex?  Or maybe some sort of antidepressant if the root cause of the problem is that Fluffy misses her family??  --hm.  points to ponder.

But I digress, as this is a post about summer in Tacoma, even when it's not at all summer yet--not even Memorial Day!!--, and heat, and not being able to fully enjoy the heat due to domestics that were waylaid by a three hour--no, four- attempt to a. put in all contact information into my computer, then b. sync my new phone device dookumwobber, then c. talk to tech support as I could do nothing. Then another call to tech support, to figure out how the hell to reconfigure and add emails and all the other tooth-gnashing frustration that goes along with it.

But now?  I'm on it.  I'm wired.  I'm "dialed in."  And I still have a house and two dirty puppies and five loads of laundry and one stripped bed and groceries to buy and.... other stuff to contend with.

(yet here I am.)

(hmmm.)