|Too Warm to Bake a Cake
||[Jun. 28th, 2017|09:43 pm]
Now that my journal is sixteen years old I guess it will be wanting to get a license to drive. It seems like a waste to me, especially considering the cost of insurance these days, as there's really nowhere to go around here, but you know kids. They are no good at all at delaying gratification. For example, you wouldn't believe how much this journal drinks already. Sometimes it's so blurry I can barely read it, and I certainly don't have to tell any of its readers how incoherent it gets, or how foolish. I guess all I can do is hope that it cuts down on the drinking once it starts driving. Otherwise there's bound to be slaughter all over the information superhighway.|
I associate the launching of the journal with the scent of jasmine, which was very strong the year I began it. But the recent heat wave decimated the jasmine this year, and there are hardly any living blossoms left on the hedge. I have to get pretty close to it to smell anything, and when I do get close the decaying odor of the dead blossoms tends to overpower the pleasant fragrance of the few that are living. But then the skunks have been so active this year that it is their odor that dominates the nights. Tonight, happily, has been an exception, the warm air thus far being skunkless. It carries mostly the scent of dry grass.
That grass is going to be getting dryer still, as is everything else. The temperatures are rising again, and starting tomorrow the days will be in the nineties again for the foreseeable future. But at least the nights are not expected to get into the seventies again just yet. We're also lucky that there haven't been any fires yet this year. With all the plant growth the rainy winter generated, there's surely an abundance of fuel out there, so any fires that may get started are apt to be fierce and enduring. I'd just as soon not breathe smoky air for weeks on end, especially in hot weather, so I hope our luck holds.
Dinner remains uncooked. I just don't get very hungry until the house gets down to seventy degrees or so. I'll probably
just make a package of ramen later. It doesn't require much heat to cook, which will be a big plus tonight. Plus it soils only one small pot, one bowl, and a fork and a spoon. Not washing a lot of dishes is another thing I like in summer. It leaves me more time to sit on the porch in the cooling air and smell what's left of the jasmine.