Another charity run down our street Saturday morning. And a cloudburst in the middle. Another later, nothing impressive. Thick clouds all day, not past 90˚F all day. All day. Evening, and the clouds shattered utterly, pouring, misting, driving rain. Welcome moisture in this dry land. The iron grip of August has been snapped. Not over, but the worst is over. A slackening, an easing. Falling toward Autumn.
Collected sunflower heads, seeds for next year. Left some for the birds. May roast some as well. The summer ends, or begins to trail off. I'm ready for the turning. Ready to finish the summer chores, and dig holes for next spring, to sit fallow for the winter. Gather leaves to feed worms. Not quite to act, but to prepare, to plan.
Eleanor Cat, skittish as she is, seems unbothered by lightening and thunder - which sends Moby for a good Under to Hide. She really, really, really wants to hang out with Moby and play with him. Moby wants to be left the fuck alone. One introvert to three introverts, she's good for us though. Not easy for an old, loner of a cat to adapt. "Hasn't that other cat gone yet?" He does not see complacency as the enemy, but he really was bored, lonely, pulling out his fur - which he does not do now. He's annoyed, but engaged.
Unlike Moby, Eleanor is strongly food motivated. All our food must be sniffed and examined. Treats are heaven. She has decidedly gained weight. Having to watch this so she stays healthy, but she was so painfully thin when we got her. Could feel her pelvic bones easily. Not anymore. On the other hand, she does not scarf all food to the bottom of the dish first go. We'll watch, but won't go nuts.
Chores to be done, tarp over the back porch, paint on the front. Holes to be dug.
Two nights not needing AC just to sleep. Windows open, fresh air, louder street noises.
2 comments:
i do not know how you endure that burning hell of a firepit.
two nights ago i noticed it was getting a little cooler at night.
my definition of "a little cooler?" my heat came on that means it was below fifty degrees in my house. because i went to sleep with the windows open.
it is almost cool enough to be tolerable.
flask,
Good AC. And the body gets used to all kinds of things. It gets pretty cold here in the winter, as well. Not -10˚F for two weeks with wind whipping off the ocean cold, but icy enough for several months. (Oh, man, I do miss Boston, and that includes the winters.) But it also doesn't get as humid here. 90˚F with single digit humidity, really isn't intolerable.
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