Its warm and muggy today, the sky is threatening...you can almost smell that soft earth smell that comes before a really good rain..its floating in the air.

We got some fish today in this nice tank, its sitting in the front room, three fish and one placostomas..they seem to like the bubble/air stone I put in there. The cat..aka.."Soup"..has just discovered the creatures..she is pawing at the glass..in awe of the glass force field we have so cunningly put up around them.

Its a long weekend..the streets are deserted around here, save for the new freshmen attending the University of Wisconsin..walking the grocerie asiles with alkward hair, mom and dad in tow. The girls have more confidence somehow, all blonde and summer tanned..slim..hair up in identical twisty pony tails..three hundred shades of blonde on display...The interesting students dont come to the store right away,..ive watched this..they go late at night when the very obese women here in town venture to fill their baskets unnoticed. Unnoticed in a town that does nothing but stare you down...and again they are the bold blondes, driving idendical SUV's..unaware of the cost to the world, unaware of the matching pony tails adorning there sun baked faces..Ray bans on..windows rolled up...This might sound silly to the average person, the person living in any town anywhere..but when I moved here there were very few racial minorites..no Native Americans..in the heart of Indian country..no African Americans...a Hmong lived down the street..I grew up in a place saturated with diversity..it was the best, and only way to truly see the world..for years I missed it..waiting and watching for more to move in to this white bread town, and like a trickle they finaly have...I feel a tension that comes off of the neighbour next door, when we or she and my husband talk about how this little town will change..if she were a cat her hairs would bristle...I find the idea that things must not change silly...she does not..she remembers the days when it was nothing but farms..and what she means is it was all ours..ours....I call her "nasal neighbour"...we are surrounded by older retirees..fabu!

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