August 6th, 2004

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Crepitude Setting In

All night, the clouds avoided the moon. I could barely see their vague shapes lurking at the edge of the sky, while the half moon glared from the void. Then, just as the morning became bright enough to turn the moon dim, the clouds repopulated the entire sky. At least they made for a nice sunrise, with lavender and pale rose and then bright orange. It made up for the lack of a good sunset last night, but not for the lack of a moonlit cloudscape all night.

I was sitting on the floor watching television last night, that being my usual position, and when I got up, my knee went all emo on me, shrieking (metaphorically, of course) with despair. It was a vary sharp pain, accompanied by an audible creaking, and it turned out not to be a one-time deal. It happened every time I got up from the floor for the rest of the night. I hope I don't have to start sitting in chairs. I've never liked chairs very much. If it doesn't sort itself out soon, I suppose I should consult a doctor. But I probably won't. I'll just put up with the emo knee until I can't stand it any more, and then succumb to the normal seated posture of the common non-Japanese herd. I don't much mind aging, but I wish my joints didn't have to do it too.

Sleep, probably, after some tossing and turning. Man, my schedule is way screwed!
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Shopping Done

Because there are still a few orchards and vineyards in the area, there will sometimes be farm equipment driving along the roads. We got stuck behind one such this afternoon- a small tractor of some sort which we followed for a mile or so of narrow, two lane road before reaching a turnout where the tractor driver could let the accumulated suburban traffic pass. As the machine could only do about 6 MPH, there was quite an accumulation. Ah, the simple joys of semi-rural living!

The promising clouds which greeted the dawn had all burned off by afternoon, and the day once again the normal toastiness of August in the mountains. While passing by the orchard (at the unintended leisurely pace) I noted that the trees are now filled with little green apples. I am heartened at the thought that but a few short weeks remain before the rows of trees will resound to the clatter of ladders and the chatter of the itinerant harvesters. By then, the days may be as crisp as the ripe fruit, and sweeter. And then (with good fortune) will come the rains and the blustery days of swift clouds and turning leaves. In the meantime, I have tasty summer fruits, including some plums now chilling in the refrigerator. There may yet be some few days of scorching heat, but I feel that the worst has been weathered. The remaining half of summer will be more pleasant. Ever the optimist.