Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to bring you up to date on what’s been going on with me, mostly. You may remember me from such posts as “Even More Different”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I forget why I had to be in my upstairs fort, but here I am. It’s been hot. I mean like really, really, really hot. So I don’t do much. I learned how to do nothing from the guy I live with, who does even less.
What he likes to do is stare at the floor. He does this a lot. He’s stared at the floor for years now. Not all the time, but sometimes. Like a couple of days ago there was some wind, which for some reason is now an unusual feature of our climate, and the wind was moving the leaves in the tree just off the patio, and making kind of flickering patterns on the floor. You can’t see the patterns here but maybe you can imagine them. This is where he mostly stares at the floor. There isn’t anything special there.It rains almost every day, for a few minutes. It doesn’t help the garden, but it sometimes cool things off for a while. Today it rained while the sun was shining.I guess you can’t see the rain in the picture above. Maybe you can in the one below. It stopped almost as soon as it started, as they say.
And so it got hot again. Even with my new smoothness, I still get roasting hot. And the garden is so dry that some plants have died. The guy I live with doesn’t have a huge amount of energy because of the hormone therapy, and, I would say anyway, that he spends an awful lot of time staring at the floor, so almost no gardening has been done in over a month.
The guy I live with says I spend so much time trying to figure out what’s just landed on me that the walks take forever. I would say almost forever, because otherwise we’d still be walking.
He says it’s mostly baby grasshoppers jumping on me while I walk, and tried to get a movie of the hundreds of grasshoppers and other things jumping up as I walk by them and then landing on me, but he couldn’t make the movie for some reason. Being landed on drives me crazy. So does having things crawl on me.
I got to go in the canal for a minute to cool off. On this part of the walk, the guy I live with discovered something weird. He carries a cane with him on our walks, not using it to walk much but just in case, and there was this little bump on the side of the road. He tapped it with his cane and said it sounded hollow. That totally creeped me out. He talked about “the red-headed league” in the Sherlock Holmes story and how Holmes tapped the street with his cane to determine if there was tunneling, which he always thought kind of far-fetched, but here this part of the road was hollow.
I began to wonder what was going on under my feet as I walked. Probably not tunneling, but the guy I live with said you never know. I don’t really like weirdness, and neither does the guy I live with. He said it probably wasn’t anything; maybe a buried pipe.
I guess all I can say about this is that I’m really, really, tired of it being so really, really hot, and I’m ready for some snow. The guy I live with said I have about four months before that happens. At least I won’t be landed on so much, when the weather gets cold again. I’ll just have to wait.
Until next time, then.