Chicago is for lovers

Of good rye whiskey drinks my sisters.

You two would love it ...

when are we gonna dump the ball & chain and get our drink on?

from today's conversation, a nurse quotable quote:

"maybe you'll turn into a vampire, then you'll live forever."

boo

boo

"Fortunately, Ms. Juarez travels everywhere with her Jo Malone lime basil mandarin candles ..."

still no return call from doctor. maybe i should just walk down the street and see if our vet can help me.

poor little bats - don't mean to do no harm. and also, i suspect, not so happy w/ their appearance.

i think i'm leaning toward the shots.

from the cdc:

"For example, if you awaken and find a bat in your room, see a bat in the room of an unattended child, or see a bat near a mentally impaired or intoxicated person, seek medical advice and have the bat tested."

Rabies ...

Hmmmm ... I don't think so.

btw - does anyone think i need a rabies shot?

i've called my doctor. please, feel free to weigh in.

this nyt article should've included snipets from fourth of july baxter wkend. cabin - cute, cheap, great view - included infestation of bat colonies with babies and deafening squeaking ALL NIGHT LONG. flying bats. rangers were great, and eventually moved us....but...

our first mention of the issue, i was leaving the ranger's cabin with ear plugs and a net.

Summer House Horrors

Fawn killer / killer fawn

"Euclid, Ohio resident
Dorothy Richardson, 76,
said she was defending herself
when she beat to death
a 25-pound fawn
... crouched in her flower bed,
... stuffed the fawn’s body in a cardboard box
and put it out on trash day.

A widow,
she said she has been defending her garden
against deer for years
and this time
took a shovel
and beat the fawn
until it died.

She said the fawn’s eyes
contacted hers,
like he was going
to jump and bite her head off."

"... some dude's house"

Their mother, Alison Le Anne Ebert, turned herself in to police, allegedly telling officers she had been smoking marijuana at “some dude’s house,” was addicted to methamphetamine and felt lazy and depressed. She was released on her own recognizance and is scheduled to appear in court Aug. 2.

hungry for love ...

Bourne in Maine

The Solipsists

A fairie skyful of stars:
the night we declared total war!

You swung your flowery fist
at my world, exclaiming, "I thirst,

but you hand me a scummy cup
of dirty sand!" I threw up

your skittishness and self-absorption,
as just cause for abortion

of our original vows.
Why should I kowtow

to your every diva-desire?
With one blink you locked me in hell-fire

forever. I never saw such hate--
as you quickly, courteously ate

the lettuce leaves of your salad,
setting the goat cheese aside. A Chopin ballade

ignited the radio,
and I saw I must go

out into the night, once again,
to some bar, and diddle a friend;

and be diddled
I could have ladled

you like a thin stew into a bowl,
or like a mangy fowl's

chopped off your head.
"That's right, play dead,"
you sighingly said, "act dumb,
run to some dumb

bar. Don't face the music.
Stew in your alcoholic jacuzzi."

Thus our marriage was deposed.
The stars themselves decomposed.

You went your solipsistic way,
and I went my solipsistic way.

Michael Biehl