That there 22 would be my cute little Ninja’s left rear taaarrr. Yes, that’s low. Yes, that means there’s a slow leak. At least I hope it’s slow. I do need to get to work tomorrow. I learned a new trick (or three) today. My little mousey drove all the way across town with her taaar gauge and taarrr pump and showed me how to 1) check the pressure in a taaarrrr and 2) add air to the taaarrrr. She learned that stuff from the GG. Oh, and 3) how to pit cherries and she even bent up a bobby pin into just the right shape for cherry pitting. She learned that stuff from her grandmoose. I have a hard time learning anything from either the GG or Mouse’s grandmoose. The GG always gets all pedantic about things and I get infuriated and start yelling and slamming doors and things. Yes, really. Oh, oops, some of you are not surprised… And then there’s Mouse’s grandmoose, who is also known as The Commander and, well, she is my uh, mother. She *was* a teacher for a number of years but I was too snobby to take the kind of classes she taught because they were labeled “home-ec”. More on that some other day…

But now I know how to do all that stuff because Mouse showed me how to do it. (Yeah, I know. None of that stuff is rocket science.) Mouse is a really good teacher (not that she necessarily aspires to *work* as one, just to be sure that is clear). I think in part it has to do with her acting talent. But I can remember instances of her teaching someone how to do something that occurred well before we had any idea she was an actress. My favorite is the time she taught her older sister how to roll up socks in the way that I have been rolling them up ever since I can remember and I would be hard pressed to try to actually *teach* someone how to do it. I think the beach urchins were about four and six and I can’t remember how it got started. I guess we were putting away laundry? Anyway, Lizard Breath couldn’t figure out how to roll up her socks and Mouse very sweetly gave her a thorough step-by-step explanation that I wish to heck I had on some old video-tape. I sort of hate the word “sweet” but it’s the only one that describes this memory.

Anyway, this was not a bad day, knock on wood. I spent some time with my Mouse. We walked to the Plum Market and I bought her coffee and a bagel and a few grocery items to repay her for help with the taaaar. I was also pretty productive. Both food prep for the week in the Landfill Chitchen and progress on the Landfill Paper Reduction Act.

It is hot here. Actually, it is frickin’ hot, as NpJane might say. My poor little pots of impatiens are looking pretty darn wilted even though I have been watering them. The local news media has got everybody around here in a frenzy by reporting that the heat index will be 100 tomorrow. Note to local news media: report what the actual *temperature* is predicted to be. People will completely *miss* the word “index”. Sheesh. Anyway, different iPhone weather apps are predicting different temps but they are all 91 or 94 or whatever. Haven’t seen anything close to 100.

We do need rain and, with that, I am off to do a rain dance. Join me if you are a Southeast Michigander!

Good night,
Kayak Woman

(Who is hanging out in her house and/or back yard with a wet washcloth filled with ice cubes wrapped around the back of her neck.)

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