| The Roast Continues |
[Aug. 1st, 2014|10:21 pm]
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August wanted to show me that he's July's daddy. He did. The feral cats were stretched out in the shade most of the day but still looked more like old fur pieces than like live cats. I don't know what I looked like, but I felt like an overcooked meatloaf. With dusk the cicadas began buzzing. They are so loud that they drown out the pleasant chirping of the crickets. But at least the air conditioner is only cycling on every ten minutes or so, instead of every five minutes as it did all afternoon. I should be able to open the windows around one or two o'clock in the morning and give it a rest. Tomorrow is predicted to be about the same as today again. So is most of the upcoming week, except that Monday might drop down into the low 90s.
The plants in the back yard are having to do without water for five days. I can water only on even days, and nobody waters on the 31st of the month. I last watered the back yard on the 28th, and got the front yard watered on the 30th, and will get the back yard again on the 2nd. It will have gone five days without water by then. I probably should have done both front and back on the 30th, but it slipped my mind. I intend to get them both wet on the 2nd, though.
Tiny crescent moon tonight. I'm going to go look at it again before the trees swallow it. |
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