September 18th, 2003

caillebotte_man at his window

Quiet

No storm here, but soft wind now cool in the late summer night. Pale light of the waning moon covers the lawn like a premonition of frost. The humming trees emit no more than the ghost of a wail, while the seasonal insects, soon to perish, chirp away ignorant of their decline. Sleep tugs at my eyelids, but my brain defies it. There's something I ought to be doing, but I don't know what it is. Instead, I read verse.

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caillebotte_the balcony

Tidiness

I've tidied up a bit more. I found the bottle opener the cat hid from me a couple of months ago. I have also discovered that I have two Earthlink CD's, one AT&T CD, and sixteen AOL CD's! Anyway, there is a bit more room now, though most of what I'm doing is just moving stuff from one place to another. So far, about one trash barrel full of junk has gone out, but so much more remains. It would be far better if I were less of a pack rat.

While cleaning, I was briefly entertained by a pair of acorn woodpeckers who were drilling into the eaves of the house next door. Maybe the place has termites. The blue jays were not happy about the woodpeckers being there, and swooped and screeched at them. The jays like to alight on the television antenna. Every time they land or take off, it wobbles and rattles and clangs. Altogether, there was quite a racket going on for a while, but once the woodpeckers departed, things quieted down again.

We are having another spell of heat, so I have to be quick, or Sluggo will freak out. I'm no longer sure I can replace him soon. Other expenses have come up, and still more are likely to do so. Well, nothing can be done about it. At least summer is ending, and I might be able to nurse this decrepit machine through another cold season. If it doesn't work out, I think I'll just trade reality for a fantasy world. I've always liked those better anyway.