A Long Day

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 endure from time to time. It will still cool down to 13 or 14℃ and be quite nice for sleeping. Well, until that fucking crow starts up at 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 well; they are growing and will produce tomatoes. I don’t know if they will ripen on the vine, but I live to dream. My potatoes are doing well but I have no idea what I did to help them along. Probably stay away from them is the key. The onions are growing as are the carrots. The carrots aren’t doing as well as they should and I have had several stern talks with them to no avail. We planted bell peppers this year and they haven’t died yet which I think we can all agree is a good thing.

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.