ACK!

It is 11:35pm and 81 degrees and 50% humidity. The high temperature for today was 100 deg. I am unable to function comfortably in this environment. I am going to take a sleeping pill and go comatose for 7 hours. Tomorrow the temp is supposed to hit 107 degrees. Oh...my...god...I have never felt that kind of heat in my life. A year ago I worked in the un-air-conditioned warehouse, now I work in the office with climate control. I am relieved, but I feel the pain of my ex-cronies. Feh...Im going to bed, with both my sweat factories hard at work.

The Cat and the Cradle

The place, Portland OR, the time 1:20 in the AM, the temperature 71 degrees with 51% humidity. The scene, I am not sleeping. I am hot, sweaty and getting crabby. Oh, and to amplify everything, I'm on the low end of my hormone cycle. Also, when I started HRT nobody told me that girl boobs are sweat factories. Why? Definitely a conspiracy.

My hormone cycle forced me into seclusion today. I know when I'm not fit for human company. I went to Cinema 21 and saw the 1966 classic film "Rosemary's Baby" today. That's a freaky kewl movie with exceptional cinematography. Not an in your face horror movie. Nope, way too much style and class for that cliche. I give the film both eyebrow raised!

Even my felines are giving me a wide birthe. But not because they are scared of me. In my eye I have that look "I want to hug you and squeeze you etc..." The two alert ones always sneak out of the room leaving the always sleeping one to fend for herself. Once a cat has been nabbed by the hug monster there is no escaping anytime soon. The cat's tactic of choice is to play dead until I get bored and go limp with my death grip. Then run like hell! It's bad when my kitten (10 months) Tessa has learned to stay (barely) out of arms reach. Damn. But I have so much love to give!! ( - ;

bog...I mean dog

Let's talk about dyslexia. Hi, my name is Lolo and I am dyslexic. As a child of the 70s I suffered the usual accusations of laziness and obstinacy by my parents and teachers. My early writing skills were horrible and that was blamed on my Left-Handedness. But now the medical community has clinically dispelled the myths with science. Mainstream society is starting to begrudgingly realize that dyslexia is not a flaw of character or intelligence, but of biology of the brain. No, I'm not brain damaged, I'm just wired differently. On the positive side, I can make conceptual leaps of problem solving that leaves sequential, tunnel visioned "normals" far behind. My brain forms thoughts and ideas in 3-D Technicolor without effort. I have a distinct advantage over "normals" when it comes to thinking outside the box. I have been luckier than most dyslexics since I was born with a very high ability to read and comprehend what I read. I overcame most of my dyslexia by taking mental "photographs" of words. I wouldn't read the word, I would see it as a whole object. On the negative side, As an adult I am still embarrassed when my dyslexia appears and I make efforts to hide it. When I am tired, my reading and writing abilities plummet into chaos. Now I see there is a real effort to help kids and adults beat dyslexia. There are new techniques to teach reading lessons that are appropriate for their differently wired brains. I am seriously considering doing some volunteer work. I know the frustration and stigma and I believe I can help. If I could stop confusing the number "9" and the letter "P" on the keyboard my life would be much easier. sheesh.