Reflections

The picture is a reflection of one city building in the glass wall of another in Portland Oregon. Why does it look so warped??
The first blog I put up had a picture of an old adobe going down. It was published in the local paper and has produced what you might call a storm in a coffee cup...... Oh, well. There's no law against taking photos in the public street is there?
Today I was researching the word Catimor which is listed as an ingredient in the coffee I drink. I now know Catimor is an inferior, but rust resistent type of coffee plant. Tastes good to me. Doesn't seem to have that floor sweeping taste that is endemic in the places where you wait for your oil to be changed. While I was Googling I felt something on my wrist. I slapped at it and dealt a death blow to what I hope was the last mosquito of the season. It exploded with a great splat of my precious blood. As a medical technologist I know it was not more than 5o lambda, but it looked like more. Then I went out and saw bees mobbing my rosemary bush. Both insect types were very sensibly preparing for the long cold winter. I'm not. I'm not getting the vents switched for the gas heater instead of the swamp cooler until I see my breath in the house.