Maus

Your house is one of good fortune, adopting small furry refugees and being a waystation for friends.

I'll pray and do ju ju too. These seasonal wildfires are so scary, so destructive.

I hope the cats get along and do not need martial law enacted. You've reminded me to fill up my big water containers because this is way past time of year that storms start wreaking havoc.

Nineties, then a 50-degree drop. It's as if aliens are up there playing with our planetary temperature dials. This summer is definitely weirder than last summer, we've never had a drought here that I recall.

That's a scary experience -- you may be right about having had it at some point. Isn't it awful knowing a little too much? I keep thinking about 1918 and wondering if people stopped worrying after a year or if they changed their behavior for a longer time.

I'm glad you got her out shopping. Everyone needs chocolate and fun things.

I got to really like #8. At first I didn't like any of the characters (although the parents are wonderful actors), but I gave it some time and then loved it.

Oh, dear, you may have to let him keep the main table and get a little gateleg/dropleaf table you take out for dinner use. People get crazy about their papers and will not brook interference.

Uh oh, now I will definitely be baking a cake today, maybe with some frozen banana mixed into it. That pie looks very good.

I so hate hearing about the wildfires out West every year, both dangerous and ruinous. It seems like something mankind could handle but we never realize how big nature is.

That's painful, can just imagine. You'll never mix them up again.

I’m sorry to hear you got injured and hope it doesn’t hurt too much while it’s healing. It’s so easy to fall, it’s scary.
I have this mental picture of Jose and I can just see him desperate to get away from the vet, or zooming to Ted to let him know you’re hurt, etc. He sounds adorable.
We seem to have a lack of bugs here, especially the bees, and it might be sue to weather weirdness. Even the cicadas in the treetops haven’t started buzzing yet, as they usually have by this time.

That was a very moving column. He sounds like a really caring guy.

The timing is striking, isn't it. I guess I was in junior high. Seemed like it happened earlier in the summer, rather than August. I remember watching the Watergate hearings avidly. John Dean and his wife Mo stick in my memory, but I couldn’t understand why he would go do all these things, then confess them so completely. Why do them at all, when you have a conscience strong enough to come clean? I wondered. I remember his wife’s wearing miniskirts to the public hearings but then she blocked the press from getting photos of her legs by putting big folders on her lap.

Guinea hens hide their nests, or so I read from a guy who blogged in the PA woods. Maybe they were attempting to build nests up on that roof.