Comma Dot Comma

NOTE:  Flickr link now fixed.

Every day, I try a different route. I think everyone else does, too, since there is no rhyme or reason to the traffic patterns, nothwithstanding my little pairing of “commute” and “ill-repute”. My one audio book is all used up so I went to the university library to see what contributions it could make to my mental health and well-being. No fiction, but I came away with a number of juicy tidbits: Richard Pryor (I cheated and skipped ahead to the “Wino meets Dracula” track, which is as funny as the title suggests); Great Speeches of the 20th Century (Nixon resigned before I was born, but now I can hear him toss in the towel for myself); and poets from the turn of the century reading their own work (including Browning in 1889, even though the jacket admits that it will be unintelligible).  Yes!  Unintelligible poetry! If only more of it were that way.

This weekend we went on a long wildflower hike, which has also done its part to shore up my mental health and well being. The cacti are competing with the shrubbery for most colorful display. It’s so strange to see vivid, near-transparent flower petals opening amid the spikes. Here’s a teaser. We have more pictures up on Flickr, including some Grand Canyon stuff.