Pecueca

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.