Yeah, we definitely don't compost them. Our neighborhood is almost completely undeveloped, so frankly, most of it once pulled and pile blows away on its own, as it was made to do. But we have some left, and we've put a little in the dump, but yeah, mostly it goes in the burn pile.

(eta: I love your folks' place. I still think that porch is sheer perfection.)

I forgot I had this picture: [link] I love summer storms in the SW.

Liese, my parents agree with you, as do their cats, even the outdoor ferals (uh, they prop the door open for them when they aren't home.) It's really beautiful. The builder used a copper (or was it bronze?) colored metal screening. It's perfect in that it is mostly invisible, but when it isn't, compliments the view, the house, the landscape. And cedar beadboard! Ceiling fan! Mexican tiles!

I just love it.

Am several hundred messages behind but:

Reasons to live in the city #27

Leave work happy hour at 6:35

Taxi home, change clothes, pee, get dog suited up, let her pee, get dog into car

Make it to doguation at 7 on time!

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Aww, good girl Darby! Have a cookie!

Oh, I didn't realize about the copper colored screen. That's brilliant. We don't usually have problems with mosquitoes, so we spend a lot of time on our open deck, but this year with the good monsoon, it's been so wet we have them. Which means I would appreciate a screened in porch. But the next expansion (in dreamworld!) would be a greenhouse for the south side of the house, one made for plants, not people, so it would get sun in the summer, too. After that, instrument storage, and then maybe a screened porch. Um. After the fence. Yeah, we can't afford any of that. But still!

Things I can't say elsewhere: I'm incredibly flattered you say I'm your idol. But when you spell it as "your my idle", I wince a tiny bit.

But when you spell it as "your my idle", I wince a tiny bit.

Fast idle, with a cold engine and the choke on? Or slow idle with a warm engine?

Tell him/her, "Your [sic] my WOT (wide open throttle)."

just to have written proof here that there are good and sweet times in my house....

Tonight mac read to me...twice...the book Love You Through and Through. It is a baby book that has become the book I read to him when I think he needs to hear that he is good and loved and lovable. I was giving him that information tonight at bedtime and he got out the book to read to me. He is letting me know he knows the cues, he hears them, he just can't put it in his own words. He's building his own toolbox until he finds his full voice for all the emotions.

Oh msbelle, that's wonderful. Please excuse me being a bit sniffly at that.

Oops, where did my post go?

Anyway, that's so awesome of mac.