Yes, that's right. Pecueca. It's the new Spanish word I learned last weekend. Thank goodness for my Spanish-speaking family - they keep me up to date with all the important words and phrases so that next time I go to Colombia I will fit right in. With the eight-year-old boys. Pecueca means the smell of stinky feet. I will use this word a lot. Pecueca.
So my cold is receding but lingering, thanks to the high concentration of smoke in the air. Everything is dry and/or on fire around here. Temps have been in the low 90s and the air quality is dismal, so any running I was thinking of doing is on hold. August has been a bust in the running department, except for a six-miler with my 15-year-old niece Delaney in Vermont. That was most excellent - I didn't know she had it in her. This same niece accidentally bent herself in half backwards while I was in Vermont. We were at Jay Peak at the indoor water park, and she was trying that surfing thing. You can watch it here. Please, watch it. I have no idea how she didn't break her neck. Glad I videoed it so we could see it in slow motion, tho. Yikes.
Back to work. I got up two hours early today so I could pour vinaigrette for Viki and I'm tired, but I have a client coming in sometime before we close. A client who can go either way - pleasant or a tad on the difficult side. Can't wait. Kinda wish when the bar down the street found a gas leak this afternoon the Fire Department had evacuated us like they threatened to!
Oh, and P.S. I haven't painted a thing in weeks. So there.