Just Saying

I liked Micheal Jackson better when he was alive and no one had anything to say about him. He was creative, but in the end, he wasted his life. Let it go.

This is now one of the five coldest, wettest Junes in Maine history. It has been raining or overcast since Saturday evening. And there is a slim possibility of sun next Tuesday, July 7th. I know you've had weeks of 100 degree days in Texas, which I wouldn't like either.

The perennial yard is full of black aphids (and their waste products), red lily beetles (and their waste products) and slugs. Today I picked wet, slimy leaves and flowers off plants. Can we all say ICK?

P is coming over with veggie burgers she made to take to Art Club. We (I) will be cooking them here at my house because I seem to be better equipped (?) to cook veggie burgers. I plan to fry them in butter. Yep. That's what I'm going to do.

Riley had a good day at day care and made a large deposit in the yard when we got home. I tried to park the car in a new part of the driveway today and Riley refused to get out of the car. I had to start the car and drive to the usual place and he jumped right out. Riley is right on the edge of being a "Monk" dog. I mentioned his distaste for walking through the doorway between the television viewing room and the kitchen? A span of three feet. And his "fear" of the rolling desk chair?

My back was acting up again this morning but was okay by 10am. I think we need a new mattress on our bed even though my back doesn't hurt during my sleeping time.

I dreamed I was staying in a hotel full of dead people last night. They were neatly stacked on the balcony outside our room along with their luggage. So I was up from 2 to 3 am wondering about these dead people. So weird.