Gentle and otherwise musings on poetry, pornography and Nixon.
And some light naval-gazing.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Mosquito Coast
Last night Sean and I took Frieda to the ball field around the corner from our house and kicked a soccer ball around while muttly sniffed, defecated, etc. We weren't feeling terribly energetic, so when a couple of mosquitoes showed up, we decided to head back home rather than dealing with them. Really, though, there were maybe a dozen mosquitoes buzzing around the entire field and they weren't terribly aggressive. Back at home I trolled YouTube for footage of Alaskan swarms of mosquitoes and found this.
Yes, it's a very accurate representation of summer in the interior. All it's missing is an outhouse and my bare ass.
I'm a sexual harassment prevention enthusiast by trade and a poet by training (although not so much by practice). My extracurricular activities include drinking tea and staring into space, starting books (sometimes I even finish them), yoga, biking, and lots of varied, amateurish creative pursuits. I have a smart dog and a smarter husband.
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