My sister’s rims got jacked. Overnight May 21, before Tony’s parents came, my sister’s rims and satellite radio were stolen right in the driveway of my mother’s house. Forgot about it till I saw the picture just now. And to prove that the guys planned this: they brought their own blocks. Mom’s dogs didn’t even bark.

A moonflower finally blooming like crazy:

I was working in my office one day and the whole room was a strange pinky-purple from the window. I went outside and took these picturesof some storm clouds my nice neighbor told me not to photograph or it wouldn’t rain on our houses (he was right):