Indian taco from street fair.

The Muse showed up yesterday and stayed all day, after little creative inspiration for weeks. Felt like a cooling drink of water.

After a couple of months of fairly constant changes in my life, I woke up this morning to a return to routine. Threw in a load of laundry, did my morning cogitation/meditation, wrote in the journal and pulled out the diss. Looked at it and prepared to do editing changes on written copy and schedule related appointments for next week. Threw in another load of laundry, and cooked breakfast after a hiatus of a couple of months from the kitchen. Microwaved bacon and put some blueberry muffins in the oven, breaking the rule of not using the oven after Memorial Day (undoubtedly related to The Grandmother Gene). While the muffins were baking, weedeated the parking in front in preparation for the annual city festival this weekend, Territorial Days. The grass wasn't very tall compared to a month ago when it got completely out of hand - a foot and a half, at least. Tall enough for the city to send out a friendly reminder that if it wasn't cut, they would do it and bill me.

At home, a screeching owl landed on the roof in the middle of the night and immediately the cat flew through the cat door. As a former wild cat who fended for himself for a few years, he doesn't scare easily. The owls have a wide choice of food here and have not bothered the domestic animals before, so I'm not sure what they are up to. Wildlife abounds near the wooded creek in the backyard and the open fields nearby.

The ocean:

The local color:

The Movies:

The Parrots of Telegraph Hill
Millions
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
The Ladies of Lavender Hill
The Interpreter

Tomorrow I'll be on the east coast for a week with my sister at the beach - a working vacation. Upates will be sporadic for a week or so.

Last night a thunderstorm/tornado cell sat over the trailer from 5:00 pm until 2:00 am. I gave up and watched a movie - Sideways. It was enough to distract me from the constant thunder. I don't mind a little thunder and rain, but...please.

All of this activity has produced some creative ferment in the form of a conceptual idea for film.

At home, a tornado watch produced some nice visuals.

 

 

 

Drove home through the Flint Hills in hot, muggy winds.

Walkway to the hospital. The surgery took place and was successful.

More storms.

Torrential rains have swollen the Kaw River over its banks. A family member was scheduled for emergency surgery, so I drove a couple of hours to the hospital. A tornado warning forced all the patients and visitors into the hall for a brief period of time.

Started this month with the intention of doing a pictures only journal; however, a lot has happened in a few days, so text will be added. Drove to Kansas City as part of work and stopped by Union Station. Beautiful structure and ambience.

Union Station, Kansas City.