Summer Waxing Green Corn Moon
Kate’s plane is in the air, but 30 minutes or so late. I’ll leave in a bit to pick her up. It’s a long hike to the airport from here.
The dogs have not been noisy today. Daddy was home.
Yesterday, via Netflix, I finished the first season of TrueBlood. My fascination with horror, monsters and science fiction has been lifelong and I imagine it will be with me when I head out on my 49 day journey to the next adventure. As an HBO program, TrueBlood takes full advantage of a sub-genre of horror, the vampire romance. There is sex, betrayal, monsters and demons of the night and a lot of Cajun country atomspherics. The one true Cajun speaker in the first year turned out to be a fake, however, and a murderer. There was an audio tape, Cajun dialect for Actors, in his affects.