Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to talk about this and that. You may remember me from such posts as “Of Orioles And Rain”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. I’m in my fort because it’s been raining. All day long. No, seriously. The guy I live with said the rain will make it easier to pull the smooth brome. Maybe you can see what he’s up against, here.It does give him something to do, if he gets motivated.
He said, early on in the lockdown that he would try to get some things done, like learn how to use the little Fujifilm camera, and also the camera on the phone.
He took these two pictures with the phone, the other day.
This is Clematis hirsutissima:Finally having a good year after being here for about twenty years. It likes more water than it gets.
And Acanthus syriacus, forming a flower bud.
I know it’s Sunday, but the post office delivered this box today. The guy I live with was pretty happy. And, no, it’s not decaf. That was just the box they sent the coffee (French Roast) in.
And more LPs have been arriving.
The guy I live with mostly listens to classical music, and has since he was eight (they had music back then, if you can believe that), but there was a time, right about the time he met his wife, that he was really into “new age” music.
He went to this record store where there were–and I kind of shudder to think of this–cats all over the place. He says when he was leafing through the records, there might be a cat sitting on the records and you would have to gently move the cat aside to be able to keep browsing.
Before they met, his wife went to the store, too, and it’s remotely possible that they were in the store at the same time, without ever noticing each other. He says he would have noticed her.
He bought a whole bunch of these Windham Hill records at the record store back then and is pretty glad to have them back. Well, two of them. The music is kind of repetitious, he says, but so what.
These came in the mail last week. They spent some time in “quarantine” out in the garage, and now they’re downstairs. These are the headphones. Eventually he’ll get the rest of the equipment so he can listen to the LPs.
So, anyway, if you’ve been following the blog for any length of time, you know what today is.
The guy I live with went down into his wife’s studio and sat there for a while.
She’s been gone for eleven years, today.
That’s pretty much it. It’s still raining. Orioles are visiting the feeder but I tend to chase them away–not on purpose of course–but maybe we can post a picture eventually.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me patrolling the garden yesterday, when it wasn’t raining.
Until next time, then.