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Whaddaya mean, “You people?”

Tropic Thunder 3, by Deadly x Design on Flickr

We’re home now, just got back from NJsux, 11 PM out on the porch. Gorgeous full moon.

Nitram: The sky is so bright! Looka those clouds.

Me: Yeah. The moon looks so cool! It looked really cool in New Jersey, though, when it first came up.

Nitram: Yeah.

Me: It was HA-YOOJ.

Nitram: Yeah.

Me: It looked like cheese.

Nitram (laughing): …Cheese. You’re like cheese.

Me: I’m like Vietnam. (When it’s a hot and humid New England summer night, he always says, “It’s like Vietnam out here!”)

Nitram: *laughing*

Me: People say weird shit.

Nitram: What people, yooooou people?

Me (channeling RDJ in Tropic Thunder): Whaddaya mean, “You people?”

Nitram: *laughing*

Me: That was pretty good, huh?

Nitram: Yes, yes it was. You, you — you people, you.

Me (channeling Brandon T. Jackson): What do you mean, “You people?!”

Nitram: I gotta go in!

Me: Can’t take it?

Nitram: No, it’s chilly out here, I need more clothes.

Me: Whaddaya mean, “More clothes?”

Nitram (hiding behind kitchen door): You crack yourself up, don’t you?

Me: I kill me!

Man, it’s good to be home.

Bubble, bubble, boiler trouble

Electric phosphate smelting furnace. Palmer, Alfred T., photographer. The Library of Congress on Flickr.

Yarrrg! We were going to have a new boiler installed Monday because it’s been leaking, and suddenly tonight it started leaking more and now the leak has put out our furnace fire. Borrowed space heaters (there is already one in Izzy’s room so she’s all toasty), opened the kitchen cabinet doors to keep the pipes warm, extra blankets on the bed. There’s a chance the new boiler might have come in already, so if it has, they’ll install it tomorrow (Saturday). If not, it’ll be a chilly weekend. Thank our lucky stars for generous and easygoing next-door neighbors with three bathrooms so we can shower and not stink all weekend. I’m sitting here with four shirts on and probably won’t last much longer before I get in bed with Stephen King and extra blankets.

Vertically Challenged Mums, and Bee Naps

I went to Agway for squirrel food and they had several giant pots of mums that were overflowing and pouring down the sides. They looked gorgeous, not like the little squidgy pots of sticky-up mums you usually see. The signs stuck in them read “V. Challenged Mums, Half Price, $10.” Very challenged?

I had to ask.

They laughed and said everyone was asking, and that it meant “vertically challenged.” I felt mentally challenged that I couldn’t have figured that out on my own!

I had to get one. I put it on the porch steps and it cascades beautifully. I sit next to it and read in the sun when I’m taking a break from work or housework. It smells lovely. I never knew mums had scent. I told a friend of mine I want to stuff my face in the plant and inhale deeply, but that I won’t because I know I’ll get bees up my nose. The bees are very dozy at this time of year and it’s always sunny on the porch steps, so they’ve settled in on the mums. They take naps there, still and quiet in the sunlight. Once in a while one or more of them buzzes for a moment without moving. A bee snore?

I once found a tiny emerald-green bee waking up one summer morning in my morning glories. He had spent the night inside the closed flower bud, and when the sun warmed it up, he pushed his way out and I got to watch. He didn’t have much trouble getting out, so apparently he’d done this before . When he was a little more than halfway out he stretched a bit and straightened out his antennae and washed his face. Then he climbed out the rest of the way and groomed his wings. After that he just sat there enjoying the early morning sunlight.
It was magical to watch. I’ve seen it a few more times since and it’s fascinating every time.