The raccoon put fish sticks in the pool.
The fish sticks lay on the bottom all night.
Retrieving them without turning them into murk is both an exercise and an art form.
I started this blog in the winter of 2004. I remember that well because we were in a monsoon and for the first few days I thought the water might make its way into the house. Orion was toddling around in diapers. Each year I write about summer in the desert. This year is different. I'm not writing. I'm watching. Just watching. As always, we swim at night. I lie on my back and look up at the stars. I look out there.
Let's talk about the weather. I don't find many people talking about this when I'm out and about. I really want to know what you think. Where are we headed?