My sister texted me today that she had zucchini blossoms from her garden. I have not had any yet this summer so we hightailed it over there to pick them up. Theyāre soooo good.

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My sister texted me today that she had zucchini blossoms from her garden. I have not had any yet this summer so we hightailed it over there to pick them up. Theyāre soooo good.
The Gleaming Ones - Michel Buylen
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Oil on panel ,Ā 30 x 40 cm.
I don't think it's unreasonable for our public officials to be expected to prove they're alive and not in a coma to be able to retain their office.
If someone were, as a random example, say hospitalized for over two weeks with no explanation, I think that should automatically trigger a special election to replace them.
If you're still able to do your job, then prove it. And if you're not, then you're actively obstructing democracy by not stepping down.
Which is to say, that if a public official were to pass away or into a coma, and their handlers choose to obfuscate that fact, this should be seen as intentionally obstructing democracy.
And there should be, you know, consequences for the people who would do such a thing.
No one has done me wrong on the internet more than voice to text transcription except for maybe autocorrect.
I just cleaned up yet another poop (thankfully on the hard floor but not on the pee pad) because some people and I donāt want any names **cough cough Martha cough** will not do any of their normal business outside if: itās dark, itās overcast, it looks like it might rain, it has rained, or, and this is the most important one, itās currently raining. As one might imagine this has been especially difficult time considering weāve had rain here since Saturday evening on and off every day and itās currently Tuesday.
Why did I not bring snacks with me?? I am ravenous but also this has been a very good day otherwise so I will suck it up about this minor tactical error.
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Nothing like a crazy thunderstorm storm with high winds to have you running to shut every umbrella and grab every towel you had hanging outside and rescue the wireless speaker before it all erupts. I was in such a happy food and drink, stupor ten minutes ago and now my heart is racing from all the cardio. Ugh, all the poor dogs who hate thunderstorms and fireworks. This is a double whammy. Thankfully, my two dogs are unbothered, but I think about all those nervous dogs out there at times like this. And my son just went to grad party, which I doubt was meant to be indoors. I hope they can still have their party. Weāre probably going to have the same problem next weekend when we have his festivities. This reminds me, I better clean the inside of the house too because we might have to move things inside for that too. Summer storms are always this way.
in honor of america's 250th birthday approaching, here's your friendly reminder that this poem by emma lazarus (a jewish-american woman) is on a plaque attached to the statue of liberty:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. āKeep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!ā cries she With silent lips. āGive me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
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Strawberries - John Thorgren
Swedish , 1918-2000
Colour lithograph , 56 x 79 cm. Ed. 105/310.
Iāve been wanting to post all day but itās been such a doozy of a day and week. The heat makes everything feel so much more intense and exhausting. Today was day two of my new part-time job because I cannot have a broke summer. So far itās been intense but also extremely rewarding. Iām caring for a 92 year old woman in her home. Sheās very self-sufficient, but also has dementia, and has a rotation of caregivers who come in 5-ish hour shifts including her daughter who manages her care. Itās been such an amazing learning experience and itās also been so nice getting to know her. Iāve been reading up on how best to talk to her, distract her when she needs it and keep her entertained and safe. I also help care for her beloved dog. Heās an absolute sweetheart although he did nip me today but that was totally my fault. She lives about four minutes away which is amazing because it was a million degrees and I still had time to take a quick shower after doing ALL the chores at my house (Mr. Interrupted is sick and the kids are working) before rushing over for my shift at 2:30. There have been a few challenges but so far she loves me and her dog, and I love that she watches MSBC or CNN instead of Fox (I didnāt even know that was possible) and has an awesome old school Brooklyn accent. When she lets me care for her and I can get her settled in the evening I feel so good that she is content and safe. When she doesnāt understand why she needs to have anyone around in her home where sheās lived on her own for a long time I honestly have a hard time arguing with her and just try to convince her to keep me around for the companionship. I mean, sheās not wrong but also she does need some looking after. I have cried with her both days Iāve worked so far because one thing about me is Iām a crier and also I am empathetic to a fault. If you ever need someone to have a good cry with Iām your gal.
On Wednesday my houseguest went back to Rome. I think we showed her a good time over the last three weeks and Iām exhausted from that but also I was sad to see her go.
We are having a few friends (not mine but the girlās) for Fourth of July tomorrow and Iām cold curing my Momofuku Bo Ssam as I type this. I think I have almost everything I need. Have to run out for some lettuce and kimchi in the morning though. I love a Fourth where no one needs to man the grill. I also really wanted to make Nam Van which is the most delicious Laotian cold āsoupyā fruit salad that I discovered at a family event in Georgia last year and am obsessed with. A concoction sort of in the vein of Filipino halo halo. Maybe I should save it for next weekās grad party instead though. For tomorrow, I may just serve some watermelon and brown butter Rice Krispy treats instead.
I know the news has reported on it but I simply canāt wrap my head around the fact that Taylor Swift got married in MSG. It makes no sense. I wonāt believe itās real until I see actual photo proof. Nothing seems less romantic than MSG. What does a wedding there even look like?
THE SHEEP DETECTIVES (2026) dir. Kyle Balda
Love Island movie night should be against the Geneva Convention. That was a sick psychological experiment.