February 19th, 2005


Back and Forth

I hear flocks of birds flying north, and then more birds flying south, and then more flying north again. They are as confused as I am. It was clear for a while, the land flooded with moonlight, then the clouds returned and it rained. Then it cleared again, and the moonlight glittered on a newly dampened landscape. Now the clouds are back, covering all but a few starry patches of sky. I'm getting weather whiplash.

The cat has been spending most of her time sleeping for the last couple of days. I think she got in a fight a few days ago, and might have picked up an infection, though she has no fever. Eventually, she's going to have to learn that she's too old to run strange cats off the property. I sometimes think that cats must find it even more difficult than humans to accept that they are aging. Sunni was still trying to pick fights a few weeks before she died, and would have succeeded in doing so (and gotten her ass kicked) had I not been keeping a close eye on her. Kitties are masters of denial.

My old PictureTrail account has gone dead, which means that all my old posts with pictures in them have dead links, except for the half-dozen or so that I've posted since LJ added photo hosting to paid accounts. I have no idea when I'll get around to tracking them down and uploading the pictures to scrapbook and replacing the HTML so that they will come back to life. I suppose it's unlikely that anybody will be looking at those pages, anyway, so there's no rush. I never even look at them myself. This Internet stuff sure is a lot of bother to maintain.

Hey, the rain is falling again! I guess the birds will be flying over again in a few minutes. I hope to be asleep by then, though. Saturday. Nothing of importance is likely to happen. Not if I can help it!

Rain Again

The wetness is intense right now. An hour of steady rain has kept the downspout filled, and it sounds like a rushing mountain stream as the water debouches into the deepening pool which has formed at its base. The house will probably survive the undermining of this single corner of its foundations. After a winter of mostly sluggish storms which merely drizzled or sprinkled, this energetic downpour is a delight. I'm sure that the poor camellias will be torn from the bush by all this furious beating, and morning will reveal their sodden forms littering the walk, but I don't care. It's worth the sacrifice of a few premature blossoms to have such music.

Afternoon gave no indication of what was to come. The sky, though mostly cloudy, appeared more moody than stormy, and dozens of birds, including a robin, flitted and frolicked about the yard with boisterous cheer. I expected the waxing moon to break through, but evening brought instead a lowering sky of ever-denser clouds which soon unleashed this torrent. Perhaps there will even be some thunder later. The cold air certainly feels charged. We shall see, but mostly I shall listen. This is better than frogs.