Yes, I’m still alive. I’ve been busy with … stuff. Making progress in digital signal processing (and not quite doing it right); watching YouTube videos —er, learning about my world; in an online relationship; engaged in long-overdue cleanup, insomnia, and various other real-life things. In all, I’ve lost some interest in blogging.
Mostly, I’ve been on twitter. It’s a bit of an Orwellian nightmare out there. “The truth isn’t the truth,” says Rudy Giuliani. “What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening,” the President told his crowd. The corruption, the appalling and illegal undermining of democratic norms and ethics, and the increasingly twisted defense of it all. The American public is being scammed in so many ways. It takes a toll on me as I want to help people, but I am unable to. (…Don’t feed the trolls.)
In July, I walked the path that runs by the house. The trails were very green, and full, and… full of flies. You get used to how green it is here in Maine, but sometimes you notice the green light pouring in thru the windows… or notice the greens in the gutters.
I can imagine the woods are still green, thick and uncut.
It has been hot. Record temperatures and muggy. Even this week of August it has entered the 90s in Maine. I don’t know about you, but I didn’t sign up for this sweat-athon. Some people don’t mind, or even welcome the heat; the beaches are still popular.
In terms of beating the heat at home, one fan— barely even used— doesn’t cut it. I know I need to keep myself hydrated. And I also know I have to get outside, and exercise.
All walks of life have been out this season. Including two of these… stick worms? The brownish version looked very much like a tiny twig, if you ignored how it was reaching out in the air, that you could tell it wasn’t moving in inertia with the air currents. Also, it was too smooth to look as if it’s covered in bark.
Even that strange animal in the woods I encountered in 2016… I heard the same barking noise one recent night. It was either the same animal or the same kind of animal. This time I saw its eyes reflecting back the light of my flashlight. Those things aren’t small… whatever they are. I have looked up several kinds of animals that could be out there, trying to pinpoint the barking sound, but still, to this day I do not know what it is.
Botany is a bit easier than zoology considering the plants aren’t physically elusive; they don’t uproot themselves and run away from you when you’re trying to figure out what the heck they are.
The trees can obstruct enough sunlight that some of the plants on the ground have been yellowing if not become mottled. This plant, in particular…
Oh, there are plenty of mushrooms around here now, and maybe even a toadstool (which is not a mushroom, by the way; toadstools are inedible, even poisonous). I noticed a progression of growth with one mushroom: a smaller, rounder top grows wider, if not flat.
The thing about hens without a coop…
They may lay their eggs anywhere. This was left in our driveway. The chickens across the street were here, apparently.
Someone left their shoes on the grass at Barron center.
During summer, the city of Portland tore up this area. Various other places were also torn up for various reasons, including the street that connects directly to USM Portland. (Gotta maintain the roads some time, right?)
Not much is new beyond all this. Traveling to the same places, the scenes, the overall picture is a bit redundant.
Well, that’s it for now. I have some sleeping to do. Crappy naps are not enough. I’ll get to bed… eventually.
Until next time, dear readers…