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So, on a day I was not going to do anything, I went to Lowes and bought a bunch of medium size cactus for our desert section. It has been fallow for awhile but when they painted, I took one of my small plants that had overgrown itself, the second such, and planted it in the empty space on the north courtyard side. Then the whole thing looked a lot lonelier. And with the new paint job, I was inspired to go get a dozen decorative cactus and put them into the spot. They look great. They complete the picture. One of the painters said that, often, they will paint the outside of the house and the owner decides to redecorate the inside too. I just got the cacti. One plant, not a cactus, is a purple sage for the corner. I still mourn the big purple sage they took out when they went desert next door. The plant was between our houses. And, the awful truth is, that the sage is a desert plant. As any listener to cowboy songs will know.

Today's film was the new, pre-print, of Marco Berger's Hawaii 2013. Berger is the master of sexual yearning. Put two presumably gay guys in proximity and watch what happens. Yogi Berra: "You can see a whole lot while watching". Long silent expanses, great photography, music. This one is as good as his other award winning Plan B. I am already anxious to see it again.

The Times says the liberals think the White House should be in more of a panic mode about ACA. They still don't get Obama. No drama. This is instead of support and fighting off the sharks. Oh, I despair of my nominal party. If I could start my own I would. Such assholes. I get more angry at them than the teas sometimes.

Labels: condo, film, garden, obama, professional left