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Normally, snapping an out-of-focus pic on my phone would merely mean a moment of mild annoyance on my part, but I kind of like this one -- it has the haze of some contemporary paintings that I like. Plus, it reminds me of seeing the plump little pup splashing happily in the kiddie pool in front of Baxter & Bailey -- that, really, was my favorite moment of my neighborhood's Tomato Fest: the generosity of the shop owner in setting up the pool (and the sign encouraging doggies to cool out in it) and the happiness of the dog and its owners as they paused there.

It was crazy hot all that day, but sunny, for which I was grateful, in part because I walked across the 'hood to meet a friend and later again to go to class but also because it meant our basement would get a chance to dry out. I was a little jittery during the storms on Thursday and Friday. We didn't get hit hard at all (there are people in Madison who lost homes and business-space to this latest round of flooding), but I come from a line of champion worrywarts, so it takes a conscious effort to dial down the disaster-lurking-in-every-drop circuits. (Last week's discovery: the sound of a running fan can sound like heavy rain to me.)

I've been clipping possum schmutz out of Abby's fur. I joked to a friend that dogs really do get away with murder.

A fine, fertile keyword popped into my head during yoga Friday or Saturday afternoon -- that is, a word I immediately recognized as a ripe, romp-around-the-yard-with word for a project due next month -- and, of course, it has since faded into the soup of other not-yet-written words-waiting-to-be-coaxed-into-flesh swamping the back burners of my mind. (How's that for trying too hard? *wry grin*) Anyway, I suspect it'll come back to me -- and in the meantime, I shall use it as motivation to get myself back to class, since I think it had something to do with what I was asking my body to do, so perhaps re-exercising muscle memory will jog the clog out of the conscious kind.