i ate a lot of fruits from the prickly pear and still have some thorns in my lip and in my fingers. the days and nights are so hot and i eat, rest, meditate, sew, read, think and dream next to this red little table. sometimes there is a very pleasant breeze there, around the table. accompanied by this roaming tiger and a few lost cockroaches.
apropos cockroaches *part of the inevitable reality over here, no matter how well you clean*, they used to make my heart miss a few beats and my voice to do this high pitch note, and last night i noticed they don’t anymore. i just ask them kindly to leave and hope they will listen. 1-0 to me. i scored again!
enjoy august, enjoy it as much as you possibly can.