WET BREATH

I stepped outside tonight, just after eight nine, to a perfect July fog. The air was warm and damp, like it had healing powers better than anything in an asthmatic's nebulizer.




It's been steamy, even with rain the past two nights. For the past week or two we've slept with the window cracked and a fan sucking in cool air from outside, and, speaking of asthma, all sorts of allergens. I've been sneezing a lot more than usual.



The dog and I bring in sharp little weed seeds that cling to my pants and her fur. She rubs against the side of our bed and deposits them on the flannel sheets. I think I should spend tomorrow's twilight on the deck, slowly pulling seeds off of my pant legs. One by one. Extracting their barbs from my fuzzy socks, being nebulized.



It's funny to me, taking pictures. These don't look like tonight. They certainly don't SMELL like tonight. They're one good thing, and being there was another; I'm not sure if I look at these ten years from now if I'll remember the truth of the air's density and the way the skin on my face and hands was breathing for me.



You know how much I love being inside, in bed or in front of a glowing monitor. Maybe because I do spend so much time indoors it's easy for me to be lured away by damp layers of fog and dense natural light. I feel like I could be happier with less trying, wading in waves of dying July weeds.



Then again, I love coming back inside and savoring the memory of it, trying to preserve it because I always need help remembering how to breathe, not trying so hard.

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Tomorrow we're going to be gone during the day - therapy, you know. I think I'll post my update tomorrow instead of tonight. For one thing, I had my heart set on shooting a "muffin top" gallery. I'd never heard of the term until we saw that commercial for I don't know what, and I thought it was so cute (and have always thought these "muffin tops" are cute regardless of what other people seem to think about the flesh spillage) that I wanted to take pictures of my own.

It turns out I don't have a fluffy muffin top.

Except in the front -- I'm very bakery in the front but on the sides and in the back? There's no good overflow, which is where I wanted it to be. SO sad. Using the elliptical machine with the arm-thingies seems to have pared down my sides and backphat so most of what I'm left with is concentrated exactly in my paunchy gut. I might have realized sooner I'm not a muffin top girl, but I hardly ever wear my jeans because they're uncomfortable BECAUSE my gut is so disproportionately distended. Whatever. Better luck with the next idea.

Labels: health, mundane, Pacific Northwest, pets, PHOTOS

posted by Trixie at 7/18/2007 11:26:00 PM -