father's day

my wife's in paris and there's a squirrel on my window. he's been messing with her "garden" all spring.  and since this summer seems like one endless day of rain, her garden will grow. and the squirrel will be back. but why is he trying to get inside?  maybe he is the spirit of a long lost relative trying to tell me something?

or just a squirrel looking for some company.  I don't even answer my landline anymore.  it's just a constant ring of annoyance.  of people looking for money or votes or both.  at night our apartment is filled with the sounds of ocean waves.  and a note to all brooklyn bartenders: learn to make a michelada.

dz