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I
am working at my new part-time job this weekend. So
far, so good. The work is pleasant enough, the "boss" seems
a decent sort of fellow and the customers are a relatively
happy lot. It is the sort of job though that would
not support a person, and could only be filled by
someone like myself who relies on a spousal income
for survival, or a student who has parents to pay
the significant expenses of maintaining life.
The weather throughout May has been chilly, and there has been enough rain to make the world a very green place. Today was a little warmer, and the temperature outside actually rose higher than the temperature indoors. The weather gurus are telling us the the temperatures will continue to rise, and I am looking forward to sitting in the screened-in the porch with a cool drink in my hand! I am not the only thinking of the balmy days and freedom. My annual fan club is already fawning over me, watching me through the window screens with salacious delight. I speak of mosquitoes of course. They are here in force! During the warm spell earlier in May quite a few of those blood-sucking critters found their way into the house. When that happens Attila and I both grab our fly-swatters, put on our glasses, turn up the lights and go hunting. We usually have to devote half an hour per night to a rigorous hunt, just before turning in. Country life! So romantic! Picture us, fly-swatters in hand, all decked out in pajamas, bleary eyed, one eye on the beckoning bed and the other scanning the ceiling for a likely target. That is rural living for you, without the cameras and appropriate music it can feel less than entertaining. As I write the sound of the ax splitting hard wood drifts through the open window. Attila is hard at work getting ready for next winter. You might say I am making a small contribution by sitting here at the computer, as sedentary activities allow one to store away fat, which might keep me warm next winter. Well, that claim is a bit of a stretch I admit. So, up I get to redeem myself with a bit of a putter in the kitchen. |
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Bloom by the window this morning.
Airwaves Splitting wood and bird song. (Pileated Woodpecker) On The Screen Northern Exposure Like an old friend! By The Easy Chair Where Nest the Water Hen By Grabrielle Roy (Almost done!) Quote "The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues. " Elizabeth Taylor Weather 16°C Partly cloudy Wind: NW 13km/h Sunrise: 5:39 Sunset: 20:48 Relative Humidity: 51% Pressure: 101.66 kPa Visibility: 14.0 km Ceiling: 720 |
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