Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to talk about this and that and other things. You may remember me from such posts as “A Hint Of Rain” and “Lavender And Ice Cubes”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I was being bothered by flying things.I really dislike having things fly around me, and land on me, and then start crawling all over me. The guy I live with said I was lucky not to live in a warmer climate, where extremely large flying things might land on me, or even bite me. I think these things were gnats.
Not much is happening around here. The guy I live with said someone is coming to look at the roof next week and that we’ll almost certainly get a new one. He wasn’t going to get one and then realized (he can be slow sometimes) that if he didn’t, he would constantly worry about the roof until we did eventually get a new one.
Because, of course, he was worried about the roof before this summer. Then we had the two hailstorms and I guess that was the deciding factor. Otherwise he would just sit and worry. He worries a lot, as I’ve said before, and he probably didn’t need this extra, and very major, thing.
A highly illegal entrance-way was also discovered. The guy I live with said “Someone has been digging under the fence.” I couldn’t help but admire his powers of observation. There was sun on my walk this morning. You may have heard that I hurt my leg, my left hind leg, and that I was seriously limping, but it got better. I had to have what I thought was an excessively large amount of “quiet time” for a few days. The guy I live with called my doctor to see if I could go to Day Care this week, and the thought was I should stay home, and “play it safe”, but the whole time he was talking on the phone I was chasing squirrels in the garden, and he felt very weird about me not going, and his inability to make decisions, but he said what I felt about things was more important than him trying to make decisions, and that me chasing squirrels and running up and down and back and forth was a good sign, so he called again the next day, and it was decided that I could go to Day Care, which I did. My leg is fine now. Yesterday, and also this morning, the water in the canal was mysteriously low (and at normal height, or depth, in the evening). There were very interesting things to see in the water.
We didn’t look to see if there were any giant crawdads, but we did see the muskrat, paddling happily down the shallow water. The guy I live with didn’t have his camera ready. Naturally.
Around about noon the sky turned the way it has almost every day since maybe May. It was extremely dark for the rest of the day and was accompanied by a considerable amount of complaining.When this picture was taken it was ninety degrees Fahrenheit (a little over thirty-two Celsius), sixteen percent humidity, and not a breath of air moving. He said he thought he might go completely crazy.
If there aren’t storms, then there is no wind, for days on end. Denver used to be a famously windy place, but not any more. The air just sits there. The guy I live with said it’s probably the same air every single day and that if we breathed too much it might not have much oxygen after a while. There aren’t a lot of leaves on many of the plants to help with the oxygen.
You can see the pathetic eggplant plant is flowering, but we don’t have much hope for eggplants. The guy I live with said it was only for ornament anyway, because eggplant, except for the green Thai eggplants, isn’t eaten here very much. At least the eggplant plant wasn’t in a place where its leaves got totally shredded, like what happened to the tomato plants. Some watering has been done, but not nearly enough. It rained today; about a hundred drops. Several years ago the guy I live with planted some Salvia darcyi in the front bed, under the upstairs bedroom window, in the only part of the front yard that’s ever watered, and they get watered fairly often (like once every two weeks), because they need water in order to flower. The important thing here isn’t the flowers, really, because the plants become a bit unattractive in the later stage of flowering, but the visitors. Maybe you can see the visitor, here, sitting on one of the wire cages set there to keep rabbits from eating everything. I guess that’s all for today. I’ll leave you with a picture of me in repose, after a long day of being me.
Until next time, then.