June 19th, 2002

caillebotte_man at his window

Listening to the Sprinklers

The orchard at the end of the block is now a dense mass of green. Small green apples have formed among the green leaves. Under the trees, the ground is covered in long green grass, thriving on the irrigation water that flows from the low sprinklers. The sprinklers are turned on in the evening, after the day has cooled down, to conserve water. They run most of the night. I stand in my front yard and, when the breeze is from the south, I smell the dampness in the air. I listen to the chattering of the sprinklers. It becomes as much a part of the atmosphere as the wind sighing in the pines and the crickets chirping in the grass. In the hour before dawn, when the sprinklers are turned off, the sudden quiet is like an alarm. It presages the day and the sun and the heat that will settle on the town, and the light that will soon make the remaining drops of water on leaf and blade glisten, and will make the apples grow toward ripe redness, water and sunlight caught inside their skins.
caillebotte_man at his window

Yawn...uh...where am I?

A guy came and cleaned up the yard of the vacant house next door. All the tall yellowing weeds are gone. My cat will be distressed. She matched those weeds, and found it easy to conceal herself among them. Her injured leg is recovering, though. She is limping less, though she still can't climb very well. Her jumping ability continues to be impressive. She leaps to the table top with only the one leg to propel her. Cats are quite remarkable.

Because the clean up work next door was very noisy, I didn't get much sleep today. That's the trouble with being nocturnal in a world full of light lovers. This makes several days running when I've been sleep deprived. Thus far, I haven't injured myself, but I have to be very careful when passing through doorways, that I don't bang my head and knock myself unconscious. (Sad to say, this has happened in the past.) The world is so lucky that I don't drive or operate heavy machinery, or work in a nuclear power plant.

The advantage to this lack of sleep is that the world grows ever more dreamlike. I half-doze while walking and, when I am startled fully awake by something, for a moment I imagine that I am in some strange place I have never seen before, about to behold wonders. I suppose this is rather like the experience of taking downers of some sort. (Never having used them, I can only imagine.) If so, I can understand why people enjoy taking them. It is quite relaxing, as long as you don't plant your face in the ground, or in one of those tricky walls that keeps popping up when you least expect it.
caillebotte_man at his window

Brad? Did you spill your Yeager in the server?

The site is behaving badly again. The posts of about half the people on my friends list won't load onto my friends page. I know the posts exist, because I saw them earlier today. Also, the client had a hard time finding the server when I tried to post a few minutes ago. And, I'm getting lots of error messages when trying to open pages. But what the hell. All I want to do is nap, anyway.