doubly medicated, and the cicadas...

gee willikers, the cicadas are LOUD! i imagine them up in the trees, literally SCREAMING their tiny buggy heads off. that's the only thing that can explain the amount of noise the little guys produce. yes, i know they're not screaming. i know they're rubbing their wings together or whatever they do, but sweet christ! the decibel level is impressive!

i'm not sure if there is a biological difference in cicadas and locusts. there must be, right? maybe it's akin to the difference between dolphins and porpoises. i dunno. but as kids, my brother and cousin and i used to run around my grandmother's yard and collect the locust shells -- the molted skins of the late summer bugs -- off the trees. maybe we just called them "locusts"? i think of them as good luck, for no other reason than that i have good associations with them. i've found a few abandoned skins lately in my neighborhood. good luck! i'll take whatever i can get.

i'm feeling like a cloud-head lately. not like my head is in the clouds, mind you, but as if my head is full of clouds. why? because i'm currently on full adult dosages of TWO anti-seizure medicines. this is apparently the way you change meds: wean onto one, then wean off the other. but this brief phase of being doubly medicated ain't too much fun, and has made my labor day weekend feel like one big fog.

stratus...cirrus...cumulus...cumulo-nimbo-stratus...emily.