Monday, August 10, 2009
Fig tree directly in front of the door of the house on Tennessee Ave. It's inevitable that sometime soon we will be pelted with figs every time we come or go from the house.
If there's an apple tree, the people in the garden will eat. Blame it on the serpent or Eve, whatever you like. What is it they say about a gun in the first scene of a play? Someone is going to shoot that gun in the third act, right? It's inevitable.
Summer in DC has to get hot and heinous at some point, it just does. And even though we have had the most beautiful, not-too-humid, 85 degree, blue sky, Colorado-ish summer so far, I am not surprised that finally the other shoe has dropped. It is miserable outside. From inside, I am expressing many prayers of gratitude for air conditioning.
If you agree to do a trade with a life coach, at some point you're going to get skunked. Hope I don't offend anyone here because it really is a great idea on paper. The way it has always and inevitably worked out for me, though, is that I trade a lot of massage or shell out a lot of money for stuff that's in every self-help book. I can't blame the coaches who happily pay tons of money to other coaches presumably for the same lackluster ideas. It's like a pyramid scheme conducted by energetic, enthusiastic and very earnest people on each other as well as their clients. Am I way off base? I don't get life coaching, perhaps. Correct me if I'm wrong, OK?
Stay cool, y'all.