Hot Cranky People

Today my sweetie and I are going to try geocaching. I have wanted to try it since I read about it for the first time a couple of years ago, but it took me this long to fork over the cash for a GPS unit.

Well, yesterday, that day arrived. Shiny!

(Doesn’t my sweetie have lovely hands?)

We are off to give it a whirl. Wheeeee!

Is this your rake?

I went out into the yard today to do a little gardening. Imagine my surprise when I found that someone had pitched this rake over my fence into my yard, where it was resting on top of one of my flower beds. What the hell?

And it’s not just any rake, mind you. It’s a creepy, rusty, angry rake. The angriest of all of rakes. It’s actually seething. Watch it seethe. It’s all seethy.

Sadly, my rusty bird garden statues seemed to recognize it as one of their own and even perked up a bit when I put it near them. Now they are friends.

Last night I went to see a Peggy Lee tribute concert at Ravinia with Robbie and the Baz. It was a lovely evening.

The highlight for me came during the second act. We had lawn seats, so we couldn’t see what was happening in the Pavilion. When they announced Maureen McGovern, I wandered down to the front so I could see her. Man, what a class act that lady is. Such spectacular musicality, and flawless technique. And to top it off, I was thrilled when she started in with “The Folks Who Live On the Hill”, as it’s a very special tune to me these days.

It was also entertaining to finally use my Floating Eyeball Candles.

Last night this fellow wandered by our table with a camera. He said, “I’m from out of town. This is my first time here, and I am so impressed with all the picnics. Yours is so lovely, might I take a photo?”

It was sort of odd, since there were much nicer picnics all around us, but I said, “Ok, but be sure to get the floating eyeball candles in the shot. They’re a Ravinia tradition.”.

I was hoping he would say, “Oh?”, and then my friends and I could feed him some elaborate lies about the rich heritage of the floating eyeball candle. But he just said OK, snapped the pic and wandered off.

He was very odd.

And we had lots of wine.

Oh, how I adore the nectarine. I mean, it’s got “nectar” right there in its name. That has to be worth something, right? And it’s got all the good parts of a peach without the disconcerting fuzz. Fragrant. Curvy. Smooth. All hail the nectarine, nature’s sexiest fruit.

Sadly, the nectarines we get here in the Midwest aren’t so hot. Maybe I will move to California.

Me and my sweetie. Cool and even-tempered.

If I had a band, I’d call it Hot Cranky People.

If I had a hammer…well, that’s another story.