Random Stuff

The first birds of morning make chirps that sound like a squeaky wheel. I don't know whether to associate the sound with the rusty tricycle I had when I was a kid, the tumbrel of the French Revolution, the carts in which the dead were collected during the plague years, or the Greco-Roman Chariot of the Sun. As the light grows and the number of birds increases, I can imagine that all are approaching.

There are no more crickets in the front yard. There are still a few in the back yard and about the neighborhood, but the front yard is very quiet these nights, until the birds wake. I watch the waxing moon settle among the shaggy oaks and the pines, and all the sounds I hear are distant. Last night the stillness was so disturbing that I decided to water the sourgrass just so I could hear the water burbling from the hose.

The tiny spider who took up residence under my windowsill a few days ago remains in the same spot. I wonder if it is a descendant of the spider who lived in very nearly the same spot for a while last summer? The house has been here decades longer than I've lived in it. Maybe this spider is the latest in a long line of related arachnids who have occupied these premises since they were built. Maybe they think of it as their house. Maybe it is their house. I can easily imagine their generations continuing long after I'm gone.

Only slight and intermittent headache tonight, but, damn, does the back of my neck ever hurt! This has been going on for over six weeks now. I'm on the verge of being downright annoyed.

I Knew Saturday Would Be Bad.

Cirrus clouds have been slowly accumulating all afternoon, and may grow thick enough to keep much of the day's heat in all night. It might be time for an hour or two of air conditioning.

I think I might have sprained my wrist. I leaned on it funny a while ago and felt a sharp pain, and it's been hurting whenever I move it ever since. It hasn't started to swell yet, and at least it's only my left wrist, so maybe it won't be so bad. I really wish that various parts of my body would stop conspiring to kill me, though. Or, if not, then they should quit being incompetent and just get it over with.

Also, this note to God: Please stop jabbing your giant, superheated knitting needle into my eye! K thnx bye.