I tried -and failed- to get a picture of last night’s sunset until I shot the windows. Don’t know why that worked… but it did.

Superman has gone above and beyond yet again. But this time I’m a bit more irritated about it…

This area was full of grass. Two different kinds of St. Augustine and some other grass.. There was nothing wrong with it; green and leafy, the stuff fit right in. It was grass. Need I say more?
Superman saw me out there weeding this plot one day last week and he said that he needed to till it again and dig out everything except the ‘good’ St. Augustine. I said ‘No, I like it. It’s filling in really well.’ He replied that it ‘had to be perfect’. I just shook my head. ‘I think it looks great.’

And this bullshit is what I saw when we got home from PT yesterday morning. And it’s still like that. I’m not paying for this. I’m not paying for the grass that he thought would be best. Not.doing.it. And he’d better not ask.

From the other side. And trust me, I know nobody cares but me! LOL!

Unbelievable.

The Can Do guy in my life right now isn’t the injured hubby, of course. It’s Cleveland, a.k.a. ‘Superman’. I’ve written about this man and his frustrating way of pricing jobs… but trust me, I’m getting with the program and even beating him at his own game now and then. I’m no longer afraid to bargain down or even barter for service.

He still irritates me because he does SO much more than we’ve contracted for… take yesterday. I walk out the back door to see what he might be working on [you can tell he's mutilating my poor house on the left there] and find the man on a ladder atop the neighbor’s piss poor platform, trimming the nasty palms.

Shooting into the damn sun or not, I just had to take a picture of him on that ladder.

I hate those trees.

Thank God the heat wave broke with this morning’s storms. We set records… in June! I was looking at the temps last night, well after the sun went down… maybe 9:30? It was still 90° here and I swear it said 97° in Boca!

It has been like the precursor to hell, this overwhelming, unrelenting heat; a purgatory we’re living through here on earth. Or it’s our punishment for electing obama. I’m waiting for the swarms of locusts…

Some years are mild and we barely breach 90°, others are like this. When I first moved down here I felt trapped by the heat. Must have been a hot summer, because I remember thinking that the high 80s at night was just insane! I felt suffocated and panicked. Like someone who can’t escape a fire.

So last night the hub yells ‘I think we’ve got a sunset!’ and I looked up to see our room bathed in orange-peach light. Opening the back door was like stepping into an oven… and this is what the sky looked like. Maybe a little more orange. And definitely more haze. The camera doesn’t capture ‘haze’ very well, though. Not pretty, but eerie, as if we were on fire. Like we are all damned.
Hey, it’s easy to imagine hell in this heat.

This is the last lily for awhile, as the plants are in shock. I never took them into account when tearing down the confederate ivy that provided at least a modicum of shade during the day. Oh, well.

OD and YsD called their father yesterday, which he and I both very much appreciated. Especially since we totally forgot YsD’s birthday. Yeah, we’re bad… but there was so much going on that maybe we can be forgiven.

YsD is still sitting there on the west coast of Florida, letting the taxpayers support her… and I’m guessing the boyfriend as well. He’s reportedly sporting the same issues that make her so special. The social workers trying to get her Medicaid advised her not to work, so she’s still not even looking. This is a person I know for a fact can hold down a full time job and pay her bills.
I don’t even pretend to understand it any more.

She wondered why the economy is tanking, why the jobless rate over there is at 12.9%, so I told her a little about our President. She had no clue; everyone always tells her how much they love the man. That’s because they don’t know what he’s doing.

More PT today.

And… I’m going to combine my blogs. It’s been a long time coming and it means that this space will look different within the next couple of months.

Happy Monday!

I haven’t written anything about the Iranian uprising. I have watched the awful video of Neda’s murder. The slaughter of innocents is not something I have to see to believe, but I think it’s important to watch for ourselves what is actually happening in Iran.

So far no one has written anything about the conflict that touched me as deeply as Uncle Jimbo’s post.

What a beautiful girl, and what a horrifying death. I will not embed the video, but go to Hot Air and watch it if you haven’t. Go and watch the life leave her eyes, go and watch the blood from her shattered heart pour from her mouth, go and watch, just f**king go and watch the human face of this revolution.

The Mullahs had everything and then they did this. The one thing that will speak to all decent people, the ruthless and mindless slaughter of an innocent, especially in a culture so attuned to martyrdom. Iranian women have begun to chafe under the yoke of oppression and now this perfect example of the deadly wrongness of this. I am sick that she died, sick that she had to, sick that a power-mad, Islamic state killed her, sick that we legitimize that state, sick that she is one of so many victims of oppressive evil around the world.

Jim did something all the news reports could not; he brought it home to me from 7,000 miles away.

Harvey is celebrating his sixth Blogiversary today and in classic Bad Example style, he has a request…

“Remember the time we…”

Please post a comment with a completely fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad, silly or stupid, believable or not, but it has to be fake.

The party’s already started; go kick it in the butt with your own fake memory!

1. Divorce :: American Style
2. Napkin :: Ring
3. Camera :: Lens
4. Leather :: Whip
5. Fractures :: Bone
6. Flip out :: Freak
7. Coroner :: Death
8. Atomic :: Bomb
9. Liz :: Taylor and my truck
10. Leave :: Shore

The workers are here chipping and painting… and I’m weeding the front bed. All this is happening on another 93° day. The heat index is a bloody 102°! At least we’re cooler than Houston…

Here’s yet another vid of obama telling us how stupid we are and how much we need him to spend billions and crap on private business in order to take care of us. Oh, and he’s starting yet another governmental agency. [sigh]

Stuttering is a neurological condition, you know…