Thinking of you:
103º in Fayetteville, North Carolina where my Aunt Dot stays in when it swelters.
84º at midnight in New Delhi, near where Vibha resides.
82º in Peoria, Illinois where my friends the Wrights live.
76º in Cupertino, California where their son Kevin and his family are.
54º in Lyon, France where Alfred reports he puts on socks to keep his feet warm.
IMAGES:
From Haskell Square:
- A flock of sparrows in the blue spruce trees startled into flight by my approach.
- Long shadows of sunset across the bright new woodchips, the old chips grey as a winter's day.
- Tan and grey bark of cedar: stringy, peeling off like long split hairs.
- The sunset orange of the buildings around the plaza of Haskell Square.
- The dispatch voice of the fire station.
- The seat of the swing cupping my butt, pinching my cheeks.
- The neighbor's banana trees.
- A bright golden butterfly.
- Flat grey of clouds, like cut out metal, serrated with orange-gold.
We got a bit of rain last night when the storm came through. A bit of relief. Could be over 100 by Saturday. Argh ... August ...
I got up at 7:30 a.m., read a bit then went back to sleep in the cool of the morning. Strange dreams ... Slept in until 11 (that was a mistake) so I'm not getting as much done as I should.
I'm sitting here with Ruth who is bursting balloons (Poppit @ Pogo.com). I would love to join in the fun. Gotta go ...
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