Worshipping Apollo

I spent the better part of my day in the backyard tanning on a chair. The rest of Hialeah seemed to be in hiding from the sun behind stucco walls and central cooling. I on the other hand welcomed Apollo with open arms and soaked up as many of its rays as possible between the every-now-and-again cloud which would lazily loom its way by. I was determined to stir up the melanin and turn my snow bleached ass back to olive. At first the reality of being stuck at home and not on a beach was not welcomed but my little privet patch of sunlight turned out to be a very relaxing time. I got about two shades darker, napped, inhaled welcomed herbal fumes, and saw enough fauna to make the local Audubon Society jealous. Blue jays, green parrots, Mockingbirds, Doves, finches, and crows who seemed to be extremely attracted to the cat food nibbles and eyeballed me nervously from the fence and plum tree where they were all lined up to take a chance at the bowl. I figured that it was a lot better then having seagulls which can often time becoming overtly assertive and like pigeons some what of nuisance. It was kind of nice to escape in my mothers little paradise and not have to worry about parking meters, traffic, and south beach prices for a day while the rest of the world hide from the heat and dealt with responsibility and things mundane.