The day before yesterday, I was out watering a few things with the nozzle set to jet so that I could stand in the shade and reach things that were farther away. That meant some over-spray — so to speak.

I don’t care anymore about conserving water. I’m so sick of lies I can’t imagine that we are in any more trouble with that then we are of a foreign invasion, (an invasion from within is what is happening). Everything here needs some water, so I let it spray — even if it evaporates, it still has a value to cooling things off some and the air might need a drink or two.

I know, I know. We’re probably in some trouble with water. But like everything else, it’s probably engineered so that Wall Street can gamble on the outcome. The way THEY want to grow food is the culprit. If THEY‘d listen to organic farmers they would know a better way of not wasting water. If THEY‘d let us do a lot of things differently, it’s hard to imagine how good things could be.

But who are they to tell us what to do anyway? THEY‘re not supposed to be the boss of anyone — I certainly don’t agree with anything THEY say.

Like tiny houses for instance — loosen the code on those and composting toilets. Imagine how much water could be saved by not flushing all the good stuff down the sewer pipes.

It takes 872 gallons of water to produce 1 gallon of wine…

So, before you complain to me, be sure you don’t drink wine.

Coffee is even worse than wine and I drink coffee — every.single.day. Yes, I’m a bother.

I make all my clothes from existing ones or shop for used only — so I do my part — lots of other ways too.

While I was spraying the air, suddenly I was aware of a dove, sitting inside the chaste tree, taking full advantage of the mist spreading out from the hose.

The chaste tree was in queue for a good soaking — so I stood there with the sprinkle feature directed to fall like rain from above on the dove. I stood, and stood, and stood. The dove blinked and blinked and blinked and looked just like there was a heaven on Earth — blink, blink, blink like one would while they were taking a nice long shower just to keep the water out of eyes.

Eyes seem to do that on their own unless you’re swimming under water and need to see.

I think I could have stood there all day and the dove would have too.

I think it might be the same dove that greeted me yesterday when I went out near the tree to inspect things again.

“Hello, little lovey dovey,” I admired. “Have you come back to see if I might sprinkle you again?” The little lovey dovey headed to the birdbath instead.

And now today we have some rain.

And it’s beautifully, beautifully cool.

The kitties and I are inside playing house.

There’s the plastic-forcing nemesis acting like an innocent, “Not me! It was Mickey who was doing all the peeing,” says the little Lucy queen.

She’s a lying little kitty cuz I’ve caught her. I’ll have to admit, I’ve caught Mickey too — but he only does if she already did — you know, that male dominance thing.

So this is how we have to rock n’ roll when the kitties are in the house. Everything they peed on has left. What’s left has to be protected.

Bad little good kitties — but they’re worth it.

“What became clear to me is that food is the way to invest in water,” Burry told New York magazine in 2015. “That is, grow food in water-rich areas and transport it for sale in water-poor areas. This is the method for redistributing water that is least contentious, and ultimately it can be profitable, which will ensure that this redistribution is sustainable.”

Oh, the madness of it all. Anyone trying to profit from anything everyone depends on should be in jail upping those profits.