Oppressive heat has forced us indoors. My skin is too pretty to fry. Adding to my encroaching dementia: ongoing conflict in Iraq; possible conflict in Iran; toxins in my food; George Bush and Tony Blair holding hands, looking up at the United Nations with big innocent eyes and saying, "United Nations, you better do something about this mess in the Middle East;" the oil companies' 32 percent increase in profits over last quarter, in which they saw record profits; the inability of deregulated electricity providers to provide electricity to people, resulting in deaths; the increasing privatization of vacation properties in Michigan and Wisconsin; post-vacation laundry.
Rather than deal with any of these things, I've decided to create my own fantasy world and live in it.
I have a trapeze in my fantasy world. And I like to wear hats with feathers on them. Also, I eat cream puffs.
