June 15th, 2021


Reset Twenty, Day Thirty-Five

Today will be the last day with a mere double digit high for a week. Monday was hot, but not horrifying. The horror starts Wednesday, and I'm not happy about it, but nothing can be done except hope that the air conditioner doesn't fail. Oh, and the refrigerator. Can't afford to be without a refrigerator in hot weather. I expect to go through a lot of ice cubes.

Just the other day I was worrying abut the absence of crickets this year, and earlier tonight I went out and heard one, chirping very faintly some distance down the bike path. It is the one cheering note the day brought. I felt sufficiently celebratory that I sat in the backyard and drank a can of ale, but the ale was not as enjoyable as the cricket's song.

Last night I finished reading one of Armisted Maupin's novels, and now I think I'm going to start reading a collection of Scott Fitzgerald's short stories that I somehow never got around to before. They are going on a hundred years old, which makes them not that much older than I am, though I certainly feel older these days. Maybe reading them will make me feel younger. I doubt it will, but at least I can legitimately feel less dead than the people who read them when they were first published.

I've had some popcorn, and now I will have eat chocolate before going to sleep. I've been watching Depeche Mode and New Order videos on YouTube. That should put me in the mood for a story about flappers. I used to think that the day would never come I'd spend my life in the shade of the morning sun.