April 7th, 2009

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Exactly midnight already? I was going to get here earlier tonight. Time and I are not getting along well. Even larger chunks of time are confusing me. I thought I had a dental appointment tomorrow, but now that I look at the card I see it isn't until next Monday.

Maybe if the rain arrives tomorrow today it will wash the cobwebs from my brain. But I suppose it's more likely that it will just leak through the roof and hasten the growth of mold in the ceiling, and that in turn will cause the deterioration of my brain to accelerate.

Speaking of cobwebs, tiny spiders have begun to appear in my room. A definite sign of spring. Other signs of spring include the first lilies, which bloomed today, and (here's still more evidence of brain deterioration) the first of those purple flowers the name of which I suddenly can't remember.

The black and white kitty turned up again shortly after ten o'clock. She seems too well fed to be a homeless stray. I wonder if she belongs to somebody who has begun leaving her out at night now that the weather is warmer? She's certainly friendly.

Linkage: An interesting document for fans of vintage geography (but don't look unless you've got goatloads of RAM and a fairly fast Internet connection) is the online version of Drummond's Pictorial Atlas of North Carolina— though it's not so much an Atlas as a Gazetteer. Published in 1924, it's full of old photos of North Carolina scenes, and has bits of information about various cities and towns there. I would like it better if the whole digitized version had not been crammed onto a single web page, though.


What we're getting is not so much rain as it is an intermittent mist, thick enough to fill the night air with the scents of damp wood and grass. All afternoon the gray sky roiled, but nothing fell. A helicopter made repeated visits somewhere by the canyon, and the repetitive thwack of its rotors muddled the songs the birds sang. It vanished with dusk, and I could listen to the frogs in peace.

Early this morning the black and white cat got onto the roof, and engaged in catish frolic as I was going to sleep. It's amazing how much racket a small kitty can make on a rooftop. And she has such a soft meow!

Time for the shower I missed last night, though it won't make up for the one the clouds are failing to deliver outside.