Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, the hot-weather-loathing purebred border collie, here today to tell you how incredibly hot I’ve been. You may remember me from such heat-related posts as “Super Roasting”, “Beyond Super Roasting”, “Still Roasting”, “Mostly Roasting Again”, “Into The Garden, Endlessly Roasting”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. It’s like about ninety-nine degrees (F) and nine percent humidity. It’s been so super hot that I’ve barely been able to move. I did get to go into the canal on one of my walks. (Not this part right here, because there are big rocks on the bottom to control erosion where the canal comes out of the culvert.) The water comes from the mountains.It’s been unbelievably roasting hot and I guess I’ll show some pictures. I was about to say “hot pictures” but the guy I live with said really not to say that, and when I asked why, he said really extra not to, rather than explaining, so I guess they’re just pictures. Of the garden, in the heat.
Still in the front yard, which by the way is never irrigated.The guy I live with likes hot dry weather. So he says. Not all the time, of course. Well, right now, he’s not liking it so much, with the hot flashes and low energy. He went to a prostate cancer support group yesterday and said he learned stuff about how long this might go on. I stayed home and baked.
(He goes next week for a blood test to see whether or not all of this hormone therapy and radiation worked. He’s pretty much indifferent to all of this since it’s out of his control.)
Well, back to the heat. Since there’s nowhere else to go. It’s hot everywhere.
The desert willow certainly likes heat. Maybe you remember that we feared this plant had died, but now it’s taller than the guy I live with, and still growing. It came back. It used to be a fairly big tree here.
At this time of year the guy I live with starts thinking about warmer climates, which I find obnoxiously weird since he knows full well we purebred border collies do not like hot weather. I keep having to say that. We really hate it. It does cool off nicely at night, at least.
I know we’re not going to move to Tucson or any place like that (where it doesn’t cool off at night like it does here), but I think that’s not really what all this liking hot dry weather nonsense is all about. I think it’s because someone who was a professional horticulturist told him he was “no gardener” because he liked hot dry weather (not all the time), which was just another example of someone telling him what sort of a person he was and what he wanted to do in his life.
All the guy I live with ever wanted to do in his life was work in a nursery or a record store. Not be anything that people thought he was, or thought he wanted to be. So that comment stuck with him. I think he likes cooler weather more.
Whatever; he ordered a headset for the Walkman and so now he can listen to CDs while he sits on the couch with me, in the evening. If you asked him what his idea of a good time was he would say that.
His wife had a Walkman (it’s downstairs now, but doesn’t have a headset); she would go out into “the enclosure” which she built just for herself, sit on the bench there, with books and the Walkman, with Chess, the purebred border collie who live here before me, at her feet, and if you asked her what her idea of a good time was she would have said that.
I know this would be more interesting if I talked about myself instead of the guy I live with, but it’s been too hot to do any gardening, so things like Walkmans become more interesting, at least to him. I like sleeping.
Anyway it’s pretty good that he decided to let all this music back into his life; he just ordered a copy of Fear of Music. He said that he played the song “Heaven” over and over again when Pooka, a purebred border collie who lived here before me, died. It’s like Radiohead again.
It was kind of dumb for him to give away all those compact discs after his wife died, but he thought it was a good idea at the time; other people got to listen to the music, so that part was fine. And he doesn’t want to get all the CDs back anyway. It does amount to paying twice as much, or half again as much, for the CDs, but he said that’s what he gets for making a decision so soon after his wife died. It’s not that big of a deal, though; it’s making him happy, listening to the music again. Today, and last night, it was something called “Pink Floyd”.
He kept singing “Set the controls for the heart of the sun; the heart of the sun, the heart of the sun”, like it wasn’t already hot enough for me.
I guess that’s it for today. I’m kind of surprised I didn’t melt. The guy I live with said I had an appointment at a grooming place next week, and I asked him if that meant I just lay there, in a swimming pool, and watched TV while I ate biscuits, and he said, “Well…”, so I’m not sure what this means. He said I’ll find out.
Until next time, then.