Still here, still breathing...

It's a long, hot summer.
Nothing new, nothing bad in the house.
No complaints.
Politicians are more frightening than ever.
I guess that's a complaint.
Take 'em all and stake 'em to an ant hill.
That's my mean streak showing.
 

Inside the park walk-off home run...

Take that Toronto!

My artsy-fartsy brother...

takes cool photos and makes them even cooler.
I guess he's a photo finagler. 

Cincinnati skyline.

Train graffiti. 

 

Heatwave...

Not one leaf has fluttered
in three days.
All the birds are perched
somewhere.
Bunnies and squirrels are
hogging the shade.
The only people moving are
those crazy baseball players.
Go Tribe.

lawdamighty it's hot!

My computer says it's 93 degrees right now.

No breeze. Muggy. Sticky.
Feels like Florida, except Florida was doing this
every day starting in May and they won't be done
doing this until October...maybe. 

Did I mention we don't have A/C?

But, it could be worse. And other people could use
a hug and some good thoughts. Like my friend Joe.