You, me and Salvadore Dali

Or the things ya see when ya don't have a camera



Some of you might remember that our much beloved and frequently used little camera decided to take a little

trip

a couple weeks ago. We haven't gotten around to replacing it yet.

That's unfortunate for us. It's probably fortunate for you, dear readers.

Let me preface this by saying it has been hot here. I mean HOT. We ventured out early yesterday evening to visit our favorite Chinese joint and when we stepped out of the air-conditioned apartment, the heat hit us in the face like the slap of a hot, wet blanket. The car thermometer read 103. At 5-freakin-30! It's supposed to be 100 today with a heat index of 111.

Lemme tell ya...ya haven't really experienced life until you've chowed down on a couple plates of crab legs, watched the flotsam and jetsam of Peoria society do the same and listened to the dulcet tones of the Chinese version of "Wait For the Wagon" as covered by Zamfir and his pan flute play on the restaurant's sound system. (Big deep breath. HowZAT for a run-on sentence?)

I'm tellin ya...it's like living a Salvadore Dali painting.

Aaaanywho, it was so hot that we came home and jumped into the pool.

Oh. I didn't tell you we had a pool? Uh huh. Ziggy...ah...installed...it on the patio Saturday.

Ok, so the installing consisted of blowing it up and filling it with water from the garden hose that we ran from the kitchen faucet. And only one of us can sit in it at a time. But still....

Ahhhhh...there's just something about skinny-dippin in the privacy of your very own pool on a blistering hot day.

And did you know that ferrets can swim?

Who knew?