Afternoon Delite

We got a little on Jethro's lunch break. It was 1 1/2 hours long but for some reason he waited until the last 15 minutes to proposition me. Nothing like urgency to carry you through.

All the rain has been driving me batty. But when I stop to think about it, I should just shut up and enjoy it. When it's raining, the temperature is bearable and the mosquitoes don't fly. The humidity is so bad in Houston that you are damp even if it isn't raining, so what's a little water when compared with the moist human soup created by sweat, oil and heat?

I want to move back to Callicoon, NY where I grew up. I know I've bitched about my childhood, but if I show you these pictures, you'll bitch-slap me for complaining. No one could have asked for a more beautiful place to grow up.


One of the many houses my parents rented.





The view from that house. I woke up to this each day.




The view from down the road.







The "hideout." We actually had a stick war with some other kids over it.