It's pouring in Sarasota. I lived here for years and remembered thunderstorms but I think I've forgotten the days and days of constant raining. Or... it never happened then and Al Gore is right.
Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson and Billy Mays have all died in the past few weeks. We grieve for the first three since they have been a part of our lives for at least 3 decades. Ed McMahon for even longer. Farrah helped thousands of boys before the invent of internet porn and was one of the first non bitchy hot women of our lifetime. I watched Michael Jackson grow up ... grow more and more famous and more and more into a white woman. The world is a little less exciting with their passing.
The fact that Billy Mays is treated as a star and in the same arena as the other three perturbs me. The only redeeming quality I've seen so far is the start of all the conspiracies claiming that the CIA killed Mays. Maybe they weren't trying to kill him.. maybe they were just trying to turn down the volume.
I don't know if I mentioned that I decided to recruit the bf to help me make a labyrinth on the beach on Lido Key. We got a good start. Found a place. Made a few rings... but now it's been raining for 2 days straight. we stuffed the rings with seaweed so we may not have to start over. Regardless... it's the kind of labor designed to keep us moving and outdoors and total destruction is inevitable from the beginning. I'll document the progress.. and the regress.
Jobs hare difficult to find this time of year in Florida. It's the off season so it's more likely to be laid off or fired than to find a job. I can live cheap.