Day: August 9, 2021

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My Store-bought Water

I stocked up on flavored water this afternoon. Bow Tie o’ the Day is LOL-ing at me for spending a chunk of money on water, which I can easily steal from my own tap for practically nothing, whenever I’m thirsty. There’s no good reason at all to buy water in cans or bottles, except that I like subtle flavors like “blackrazzberry,” “beachplum,” “white peach ginger,” “peach honey,” “raspberry acai,” “blueberry pomegranate,” and “strawberry cucumber.” The faucets in my house do not spew flavored water, and I really don’t want them to. I only started drinking fancy water last summer, when I decided to give it a try. I like certain brands of flavored water so much that I have cut nearly all Diet Coke/Pepsi out of my diet, without even trying to.

Hey! Here’s a water trivia item from my own experience. The finest-tasting water that has ever gone down my gullet is Oak City, UT water during my kidhood. That stuff came right off the mountain and out of my grandparent’s tap. Oak City water was Oak City water back then. It is said that water has no taste, but if you’ve ever had the privilege of drinking good water, you know that it does. It is a flavor all its own.💧

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There’s Smoke In Them Thar Hills

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are giving y’all a view of the sky out back. It is gray. It is grey. No matter how you spell it, the sky is full of smoke. For the past few days, the mountains to our east have been disappearing right before our eyes. First, we see ’em. And then, we don’t. The smoke moves in, then blows away. Back and forth. And then repeat some more. It’s a slow-motion show through our tall windows, that’s for sure. It’s like watching a snail-paced ocean ebb and flow in the sky. Don’t get me wrong—the wildfires are a tragedy. I am, however, fascinated with how the smoke finds its way to my sky, and how it changes my normal landscape. The natural light falls differently on objects in the house. Behind the smoke, the sunrises and sunsets are vivid with unusual hues. My mountains seem to be playing a game of peek-a-boo with me and Skitter. It’s all very interesting to me, because I am here to see it happen. My advice is simple: While you’re here, notice everything.