I am sitting in the backyard and it is 9:30 PM . It is still light, still warm and the
neighbour kids are still playing instead of sleeping. Everything is good.
Normally, it is far too cool for me to sit
outside at this time of night, but we are smack dab in the middle of a heat
wave that shows no sign of letting up. It isn’t a heat wave like my friends in Ontario 5:30AM . It could be a fucking magpie, but
whatever it may be…if I ever get my fingers around its neck…
According to the weather network there is really
no end in sight. I put off installing the air conditioners in the kitchen and
bedroom because last year we only had one day over 30℃ and just not worth the effort to install them. This year is going
to be a warm one though. I put them in the other day and am still experiencing
the effects of strained muscles. I think this will be the last year I don’t ask
for help from Brendan. It won’t be any easier, but shared misery is much
preferable to just plain old misery. It will be six or seven years before I
trust Hurricane and Tornado to help.
Let’s see, what else you don’t care about. The
garden is growing more or less. Some of the plants are more and some are less.
The roses are doing really well and I treat them badly. Not intentionally, but
just thru ignorance. The tomatoes are doing Calgary
If the weather stays warm, the crop should be a
bumper one. By a bumper crop I mean that the garden produced more food than I
could have bought with the money I spent on the plants. No, I don’t get a lot
of satisfaction from watching my garden grow, that is what Mary, Mary does. The
food tastes better I guess but I am not and never have been a foodie. Just boil
it, toss it on a plate, salt, pepper and butter will make anything taste good.
Well, I have to go and psyche myself up for
tomorrow; it is going to be a long day.
