Life’s a blur

Lately, life has been a blur — not of Republicans and meat, as Zippy said, but of intense gardening and MRIs, biking and blading, picnicking and cleaning the summer silverware, recitals and concerts, principals’ honors breakfasts and cocktail parties, Texas (inexplicably) and NYC. There was a plumbing disaster solved with an elbow and glue, a heretofore unexpressed need to plant a blueberry bush, and many hours spent watching “Millennium.” There was new music by Elvis and Cracker and The Church, and a bad batch of sunscreen that gave me a rash. There was an owl with one wing which is not any kind of omen at all, and a squirrel that lay on the ground like a squirrelskin rug. Right now there are ominous backup alarms from town trucks, which is never a good sign, and a massive amount of email that needs to be ignored and deleted. So, on with it.