Hot Sticky Trolls

Despite the title of this entry, I am not writing some sort of troll porn or hairy diva fetishistic thingummy. That's just how I felt last weekend up in Sonoma in the 106 degree heat.

My lovely cousin Clare was with us, visiting for the first time in Sonoma. She is 32 and lives in London where she grew up (my mom's sister married an English guy). She was on the tail end of a round-the-world tour that included paddling up the Amazon River, visiting Cambodia and Laos, and other astounding places that I can't imagine going to. She is really really cool, but not cool enough to make the heat any less miserable. But who cares! We all went down the steep steep hill to the creek and swam/waded around (it is a fairly small creek, at least in the summer). I saw these amazing water snakes, and all kinds of dragonflies, and steelhead trout. Paradise! At least until we tried to hike back up, and then it was evilly, sinfully, hellishly hot and steep and filled with horror.

I planned this great BBQ but it was way too hot to cook, even outdoors, so we dined on cheese, crackers, and peaches.

Sunday it was even more hot and all we did was lie around, groan with misery, and occasionally run into the bathhouse to take cold showers.

New Jersey Mini-Trollen

Just got back on Monday from New Jersey where Rhys & I went to see our nieces get baptized. They're 4 months old, and though I am not particularly a baby person, I still think they are cute. Zoe is the one with all the dark hair. Kathleen is the one with the stick-out ear and less hair. (she's Rhys' goddaughter).These are the twin daughters of Rhys' brother, Marcus. The mom is Cindy. Cindy is 6 feet tall and a dentist.

So enough about family already. Here's what there is to do in NJ: be very hot and sticky. And drink copious amounts of Corona Light with wedges of lime. Go to the beach, but not if you are like me and tend to get burnt to a crisp.

Here's a shot of Rhys in church. I think we were all a little disappointed that the church did not burst into flame when he entered the vestibule. In case you can't tell from the pic, Rhys is subtly flipping me off. Naughty, naughty.

OOOoooh! News flash! On a completely different topic, the post office is making superhero stamps. Though Catwoman is not one of them, dammit! But Shua will be pleased to hear that Green Arrow is. It's just not fair! Why does Catwoman always get dissed at moments like this?

The Dizzying Trollness of it All

Sometimes when I'm on my way to work I want to give up, lie down on the pavement in despair and ..well, I don't know what exactly would happen next, which is mostly why I haven't done it. But it's hard to keep from falling into that sort of abyss. I laugh at myself, try to chide myself out of it, etc, and keep a running, slightly mocking refrain in my head "poor baby, feel so sorry for me!"

I've always avoided thinking about depression, thinking what's the point? If I dwell on things they'll just get blown up out of proportion & get worse. Plus, I hate to be a complainer. Plus, I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I don't think I'm clinically depressed or anything, just real sad these days.

What's a troll to do? Thinking about seeing a doctor, but haven't gotten it together. Then perhaps I would become Zoloft Troll. Or Zolltroll for short. Something.