||[May. 29th, 2008|08:59 pm]
The evening smelled fresh until about nine o'clock, when some local bozo fired up a barbecue grill. Now the whole neighborhood stinks of lighter fluid and charcoal. So far there's no odor of seared flesh, but when it arrives I'll take pleasure in imagining it's theirs, and not some cow or pig's cadaver. |
Aside from the olfactory foreshadowing of Hell, it's another nice night, following another nice day. Spring cumulus persist, making me crave something topped with mounds of whipped cream, and the jasmine scent is (when not obscured by misbegotten chemical reactions) increasing. I was startled by a hummingbird while lazing in the afternoon sunlight, but for some reason there was not a single bee in sight the whole hour I was out. Maybe they've nothing to pollinate at the moment. Me neither.
RIP: Harvey Korman