|Sunday Late As Usual
||[Jun. 24th, 2019|12:06 am]
To my surprise I've been hearing a cricket tonight. It is some distance off, but because of the strange acoustics generated by the tall, solid wood wall around my small back yard I can't figure what direction it is in. Faint though it is, and alone, I have enjoyed hearing it. For a while I thought it might actually be the mockingbird doing a cricket chirp (I have known them to do this) but it went on too long. The mockingbird never chirps for more than a minute or two at a time after nightfall.|
This evening I went to Dollar Tree and bought a half dozen of the craft sodas I tried the other day. In addition to another bottle of the black cherry flavor, I bought a root beer, a cream soda, an orange, a spicy ginger, and a bottle of another brand which is also apparently vanilla but is labeled dark cream. I wanted to make a float, but am out of vanilla ice cream since I didn't get to Safeway today, but I have chocolate ice cream so I made a chocolate float with cream soda. It wasn't bad, but I'm looking forward to having a classic root beer float once I get some vanilla ice cream.
I still plan to make a stab at going to Raley's on the bus tomorrow, even though it's going to be in the high nineties. Even if the heat lets out the frozen goods I'd like to get there are still a couple of other items I could use, especially if it turns out I don't get to Safeway at all this week. I woke up fairly early today, and might again tomorrow, so I might be able to get my act together by the time I'd have to leave to get the best bus connection. But we'll see how tonight goes.
It isn't cooling off as well tonight as it did last night, so the air conditioner might have to run longer. It's fairly balmy outdoors, and not unpleasant, but the apartment remains a bit stuffy. The insulation collects heat all day and then slowly releases it all night, and the warmer it is outdoors the more it will release into the building. The technology is not ideal, but I don't expect it will improve in what's left of my lifetime. I'd like to move to a place with bigger windows at least, but that, too, seems unlikely for now. In the meantime I guess I'll just have to get used to the extra-sweltery summers we get around here.
After midnight again. I'm just going to pretend it's still standard time and it's just after eleven. And now I'm going to go out and listen to my lone cricket again for a while.
by Sarah Teasdale
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
That's a lovely poem. Enjoy the cricket!
Thanks. Sarah's not usually my cup of Teasdale (sorry) but this one caught my fancy.