That's what I read in the headlines this morning. Thank god they're finally here. The question is, is there anything they can really do to help us...

I'd like to apologize for yesterday's rage against the rage. Well, not really apologize..had to happen. You just can't go around with that stuff bottled up inside of you...I do hope it didn't make any of you feel too uncomfortable. Don't like to add to anyones' already discomforted existence.

After a vvvery stressful week, Pye an I popped a few corks..and not the kind in bottles of sweet grapely liquid, although I wonder if that would not have been a better way to go..but anyway. Maybe this is the time for Pye to start drinking... catnip cognac?

However. We are feeling much better today, having expelled all that negativity and ready to see the world again from our rather skewed but affectionate point of view, [EMOTICON:GOODGRIEF1]] while we start packing for the space lift. No more than one bag they say..I wonder if that goes for Pye too..


So again, if you stopped by yesterday for a slice of good Pye and instead were battered by her ocean storm, we hope you weathered it in good graces.
I also have something else I want to write about today, but I will post in a separate blog. Hope you stop by to check it out because it's about one of those things I bumped into while I was out there in my ocean.

It's snowing here in Trumansburg. Even though it was 70 degrees just a few days ago here, everything is soon again covered in a blanket of ice in January in central New York. You'd think everything would die underneath that frozen crust; but it doesn't. Life continues stewing and cogitating even while encased in ice; and so it seems it is with 57 year old teenagers living on the brink of their own awareness.

Peace out
Pye's eyes