Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today on what will probably be the last post of this summer. You may remember me from such posts as “Autumnal Equinox”, among so many, many others.
You can see how well I guard the house from this position.
Kind of a lot has happened since my last post. A lot for us, anyway. The guy I live with and his friend went to the Chatfield Arboretum, which is part of Denver Botanic Gardens, and is sort of close to where we live.
I have some pictures, even though I didn’t get to go.
The animals are very well-cared-for. Rather like me.
I guess he’s been in kind of a peculiar mood lately, and there are reasons for that, I suppose.
For one thing, he said he was going to change my name to Runcible G. Codd (the purebred border collie). I think Mani is a perfectly good name, though both of us get annoyed when people pronounce it like “Manny”. It’s Sanskrit, and it means jewel, which I certainly am. But he said Runcible G. Codd was maybe more like me and my personality. I of course completely disagree.
But we’ve been going through a bunch of changes this year. Some little, some majorly huge.
This is in the majorly huge department. We’re getting a new roof.
The guy I live with put this off for years, especially after his wife died. There was a hailstorm a few months after she died, and he didn’t get a roof then (though the storm missed the house by two blocks, the way storms do), and then there was one in 2014, and two last year. (Only one from the year they moved in, 1985, until 2009, so that says something.)
He felt bad about putting this off, because he usually doesn’t put things off, but did with this, but now we have a new roof and new gutters. The old gutters, especially were really leaky.
Now it will probably never rain again.
One thing, though, just possibly, there will be less fretting when the next severe storm heads our way. There were several this summer, in fact, every time the temperature went below ninety degrees (F) we were under a severe thunderstorm watch, or warning. Maybe this will be the weather of the future, blazingly hot for weeks on end, and then on the one day that it cools off, violent weather headed right toward us.
The guy I live with pretty much detests the weather here, these days, but he said “Here we are, anyway.”
So many things have been different this year, it’s becoming hard to keep up. But the colchicums are still flowering, like they do every year.
And the cyclamen are starting, too. This is a special color form of Cyclamen hederifolium. It’s growing in the upstairs bedroom for now. (It was going to be planted this year but things happened, you know.)
Well I guess that’s it. It’s not as hot as it has been, and that’s nice, and I’m going to ignore the guy I live with if he keeps up this Runcible G. Codd silliness, because we purebred border collies are usually very serious, and this is just too much.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me, showing just how dry things are here.
Until next time, then.