Not a Spectacular Show

After watching the sky for a couple of hours, I had seen only a handful of pale streaks and a few bright ones. Not the best Perseids ever. Too bad, because this was a perfect night for them. Outdoors, it was pleasantly warm, but the house was still hot. The one good thing about these extremely hot summer days, is that they are followed by nights in which one can spend hours out of doors in shirtsleeves. I feel the need for a new comet, which will leave a trail of dust through which the earth will pass this time of year. To whom does one speak to make such a request? Who runs the oort cloud? Has Rupert Murdoch bought it yet?

Enervation

I have that nagging feeling that I've forgotten something. Given my absent mindedness, it's a wonder I don't have that feeling all the time, but I only get it now and then. I worry about it for a while, and try to figure out what it is that I've forgotten, and then I forget about it. Once in a while, I actually remember something that I've forgotten, but, by that time, it's usually too late to do anything about it. So I guess I might as well just forget it.

I am hoping that today will turn out to have been the hottest day of August. It is 102F. It would be nice to know that, from now on, summer's decline into cool autumn will be noticeable. The oaks have begun to drop their acorns, and a few minutes ago I heard the first pine cone crash to earth from one of the nearby ponderosas. When days grow shorter, it is best that they grow cooler, as well. The evenings will soon be to short for walking, and I would like to return to afternoon walks. This will not happen while, as today, when I walk out my front door I am struck by a wall of heat that bakes energy out of me immediately, leaving only enough for me to me to move directly to the shade of the mulberry tree. Even there, I feel as though I were at the bottom of a pool of heat, sunk in lassitude.