“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” ~ John Lubbock
“Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.” ~ Benjamin Alire Sáenz
“July is a blind date with summer.” ~ Hal Borland
Tropical blood in my veins or not, I am really fed up with this high heat. 98º F yesterday. I’ve done hours of grueling physical labor in the tropical heat, during my days in the Florida Keys, so I can handle the heat. That’s not the point. I don’t like it and I don’t want it and I am feeling old and cranky today and this Summer stuff is a disgrace and a disaster the likes of which no one has ever seen before and I believe I am being treated unfairly. So there! I would go on with a bratty “YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” except Mother Nature is like “ummmm, yes, I can”. Now, going forward, I’m finding plenty of beautiful scenes to evoke joy in me. My favorite of late was a female coyote poking about in the neighbor’s back yard a few mornings ago at sunrise. She knew I was watching, but it seemed she couldn’t quite see where I was sitting. And I was like all “I learned it from you, luv”. Indeed I did. A lot pf people go their whole life without realizing that we can learn from other animals because we are animals as well. We have things in common. Like some days my cat and I are just two mammals hangin’ out. This afternoon is likely to be one of those occasions.
Partly cloudy now. That made it so I could go out and gaze at the mountains for a while. Or space out. Or both. Depends on your perspective. Or not. Gotta wait until noon to make a beer run, up to Arroyo Hondo, seein’s how it is Sunday and they don’t sell alcohol Sunday mornings. Hondo is seven miles north. The drop down into the huge arroyo is at about the six mile mark. The view is spectacular! Here and now, my left eye, the one where the head injury is, is feeling puffy and yucky. It’s been a week now, and I’ve been trying to stay positive about it, but I now know the impact was worse than I thought. There’s a fine line between positive thinking and denial. Think about that.
All is well. Goof gloriously.