Too Late too Early

The stars now fade too soon, and the silhouettes of trees grow distinct as the sky pales while my thoughts are yet delving night. Pleasant May draws near its end, and sultry June looms with its heat and early dawns. It would be nice to hibernate for the next few months, to wake when chilly autumn wind strips the trees and rolls the storm clouds in.

I moved the pile of stuff about last night and got access to some shelves I hadn't inspected for years. I had hoped to find some things there which I have long missed, but they are still missing. I know now that they must have been stored in boxes in the garage, and since I have inspected most of those it seems likely that they went missing long ago, when one of my nephews repeatedly moved many boxes of his in and out of the garage during his period of house hopping. Since he abandoned many things in various places, it seems likely that those things I would most like to find are gone forever. This is quite distressing, as those items were among the few that I would have most liked to keep. Well, it isn't the first time my relatives have caused problems for me, and I'm sure it won't be the last. My advise to anyone starting out in life is to become both an only child and an orphan at the earliest opportunity.

As a consolation, I did manage to find a few books for which I've been looking, including some poetry by Mark Strand and by Gilbert Sorentino. And just in time for the weekly ritual!

( Sunday Verse )

Sweat

Poor Sluggo is fainting from the heat. I had hoped that that new little ice cube icon I see on the LJ comment boxes would help him, but it doesn't. All it does is allow comments in that thread to be frozen, preventing anyone from ruining an already perfect thread with one more ill-advised comment. Poo. I guess my thread-ruining days are over.

Sluggo isn't the only one wilting. The change from cool to hot has been so sudden this time that I feel as though I were sunburned, even though I haven't been out in the light. It will be hotter still tomorrow -- over 90, in fact. I bet it'll be nice over on the coast, though. Probably at least twenty degrees cooler. But I can't get there. Everybody else gets to go away for the holiday, and I'll be here soaking up all the heat. Unfair! I will console myself with the thought that the vacationers might all be caught in a tsunami. Also, there will soon be casabas, one of summer's most enjoyable compensations. Mmm, icy casaba!

Off to watch summer reruns before Sluggo crashes.