Homer'sWorld

Allergy season has started again, and my nose runneth over. It doesn't help that I was a cleaning maniac when I got home, desparately attempting to get rid of the cat hair that inhabits many portions of the house courtesy of Mama Cat, Puff, Joey, Princess, and Bear. Never look under your stove, that is now my motto. On the other hand, the emaculate rooms are almost clean enough to perform surgery in. You could grind space telescope lenses in the living room. You can even invite Sam, Jeff, Gavin, and Jeffrey over for dinner and not be too embarrassed.


Mexican Bird of Paradise, front yard, September 2003.