August 15th, 2009

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Later Again

Drat. Another day got away from me. There was something I was going to say and that got away from me too. I'm kept too busy sometimes.

One thing was that ants got into the cat food I leave on the back porch (didn't know ants ate dry cat food. Maybe it was kitty spit they were after.) I cleaned it up, but some of the ants got on me and they've been turning up here and there ever since. It reminds me of when I was ten years old and played in the dirt. I was always picking up ants then.

Portia has taken to staying away all night and turning up at six or seven o'clock in the morning, when I'm ready to go to sleep. Doesn't she know I'm nocturnal?

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Smelly

On going outside this afternoon I recalled what I was going to write about yesterday. They've installed a water feature in the back yard next door, and from my yard I can hear it splashing and trickling. They leave it on all day. When I heard it for the first time, yesterday afternoon, I thought it was some guy taking a leak in a tin can, but it kept going on and on. The image of an enormous guy with a bladder the size of a watermelon popped into my head before I realized that it was a fountain of some sort. But now every time I go out and hear the splashing that image of a guy taking a leak in a tin can comes into my mind. Even after looking over the fence and seeing the device itself, I can't shake the image.

So I try listening to the breeze rustling the leaves instead. Today there were quite a few dry oak leaves littering the yard. It's a reminder that autumn is not far off, despite the persistent heat. The air smelled of desert this afternoon, but tonight it smells of smoke again. It has been coming from this fire in Shasta County which has been burning since the thunderstorm at the beginning of August. I smell it every night when the wind comes from the north. It's journey of sixty or so miles has probably mellowed it a bit, but it's still annoying.

The cat turned up early tonight, and I let her into the house. She's in the back room now, and probably eager to have me join her. I have no idea where she spent the last few nights, but I'm glad she won't be arriving at six o'clock in the morning, just when I'm ready to go to sleep.