Half of the season is already over. (In the U.S., anyway.) And I checked, mathematically: the midpoint was August 7… at around 2 in the morning.
The yellowing is more apparent now in the second half.
To update you on things, I’m still having trouble sleeping. But I’ve had good days. Seven hours total this morning.
No squirrels in the ceiling so far, thank god. Maybe they finally “got it” that it’s not worth it. This one—above—barked at me; later, two barked at each other. And, on my daily walk, I hear little chipmunks hiding from me… into the cracks of the side of the house.
I caught, on video, the animal that was getting into our trash in the black of morning, a few times. Turns out, it’s not a skunk (yeah, I was “living dangerously,” hitting “record,” and suddenly opening the door) but a raccoon. We’re now using a barrel, as you can see. No more raccoon encounters.
I attended Saturday group. The content in group is, of course, anonymous, but let’s just say I didn’t get enough sleep, and sat through a long, somewhat boring video. Technical difficulties made the experience… more interesting. And I was too shy to shake the hand of a new member. Sorry, new member.
The evening dinner was at Kon Asian Bistro. This is one of those places with hibachi chefs— live cooking and flames. And real sparklers on birthdays. I was too shy and unfamiliar with the food to order more than a salad. So my more eventful day of the month featured a bit of waiting while tired. But my mother was nice enough to buy me a subway sandwich afterward to fill the gap. …Not to mention the pizza I ate Friday… which was oily.
The next day, life when on, uneventful.
But blue skies had returned.
And I discovered some less identifiable insects.
And… seeds? Expired fruit? I don’t know what these things are.
I also have no clue what kind of animal is digging these holes. I fill this hole with sand, and come back the next day to find the hole’s open again.
Well, we know what happens when you don’t clean out the gutters. (Little plants growing in there.)
The “porch plant” is taller than ever.
On matters you can’t photograph, my dreams of late have intensified for some reason. Perhaps Monday’s full moon played a role… or spending less time on twitter… or more on reddit. …Or North Korea— I don’t know. All I know is I’m now tired and gotta wrap this up.
On a final note, Wednesday marks five years on WordPress. That’s twenty weather seasons. I’ve been too shy, inarticulate or tired to write about certain things, and some months I only posted once… but I’m still here.
Well, that does it for me. I gotta sleep. Until next time…