Today's sky report

Yesterday, the sky over looking the golf course (coincidentally called Overlook) was very gray. Occasional showers swept through, forcing us to stay in our carts and drink beer. Fortunately, no lightening was sighted, so we were able to stay out with nature, fending off bugs with our cigar smoke. I played my usual golf game, hitting just enough good shots to keep me coming back. The highlight of the day was near the end, when we began to play bumper cars with the golf carts. I'm thinking of starting a whole new racing series called NasCart - the carts would all be identical so it would be the driver's skill that would make the difference. Instead of a circle, we'd race across golf courses, plowing into ball washers and tearing across greens. The race would cover all 18 holes as many times as possible until the batteries ran out. Drinking would be required....

Today's sky report

Last night I was driving home right around sundown. As the soft summer sun sunk slowly and silently below the horizon, a massive melancholy moon made its mandated move into the sky.

Let me say it for you: Alliterations are alluring, and assonance can be absolutely amazing, but give it a rest, carpoolguy.

Today's sky report

This morning, the sky was woodgrained with knot-holes. That sounds interesting until you realize that the "sky" was actually the ceiling of my dentist's office. I've always enjoyed different shapes to stare at when people are working on me (dentist, giving blood), and this ceiling fits the bill. It would have been even better if he would open the curtains on the large skylights cut into the ceiling, but I guess when it's sunny, a gleam of light reflecting off a filling might temporarily blind him, throwing off his drilling and causing his customers great pain.
4 Speaking of lights, did you ever notice that all dentists use lights in the shape of an open mouth? Power of suggestion and all that.
4 Speaking of pain, there is no greater pain than climbing into your dentist's chair knowing you'll be there for a while and hearing on the office music, "And now, we will begin a commercial free hour of music here on WHOM". There isn't enough Novocaine in the world to have to listen to that ear syrup for an extended period of time. Even a Fallujah tune would be better.

Today's sky report

"Sponge cloud". That's it..."sponge cloud". Think about it.

Today's sky report

When I went outside this morning to walk the dog, I think I ventured into the middle of a Million Mosquito March. There were all these militant mosquitoes hovering about me, turning my body into their banquet. If I'm going to (be) their banquet, the least they could do is feature me as a speaker. You know, taking responsibility for your children, bzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzz. Being dissed like that incited me to smack a few of them around, in fact, flattening several of them on my arms and neck. I'd be worried about not being invited back to their next march, but I'm guessing they're still out there.

Today's sky report

Last night as I was driving back to my swamp from playing basketball, I ended up on a ridge in Stratham where you could look to either side and get a bit of a view. Now mind you, a view in the Seacoast is not what I'd call spectacular - no mountains or valleys, just swamps and other ridges - but it got me to thinking. Our last house was on the side of a hill that looked across at another hill with a lake in the valley below. Especially in winter, we had some pretty nice views, and you'd look off to the distance to collect those views. Where I live now (the swamp) also has views, but they're close up, like the pond in front of my house or the row of trees ringing our yard. Your sightline is very short. Since I am an inveterate day dreamer who enjoys staring out the window while I dream, I think the shorter sightlines are affecting my day dreams. I now think about things like expanding the area around me, instead of traveling to and conquering foreign lands. I need to move back to the mountains.

Today's sky report

The other day, there were rays of sun, as thick as legs, pouring through the clouds. It was as if they were trying to hold the clouds up, like the legs of a stool.

As the steam pours into New England, it's important to remember just how much we complained about the weather in May. Second coldest May on record, above average rainfall, only one weekend or holiday day with sun. It was miserable, so rejoice in the heat and humidity of today. And turn on the air conditioning....