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Set to Broil
Jan. 18th, 2015 08:33 pmThere was a lot of sleeping going on today, and I did a large part of it. Portia did some too, but that's not unusual for a cat. It was pretty unusual for me, and I suppose I was catching up on what I've missed recently. It was a good day for it, as the sky was overcast, and that kept the light restful. I think I had some dreams, but I don't remember them— just a vague impression of being in the back seat of a car that kept getting longer as it moved, so that I got farther and farther away from the driver, as though the front of the car was going ever so slightly faster than the back of it. I don't know where we went. Here, I guess, because here I am.
It was not very cold today, and it is supposed to start getting warmer tomorrow, but there is something truly terrible in the long range forecast which I hope turns out to be very, very wrong. Next Saturday is predicted to be 76 degrees here. That's next Saturday. January 24. Now a 76 degree January 24 would not be a big deal in Los Angeles. One expects a January day or two to hit at least 70 there. But here it is just terribly disturbing. I don't even care that I'll be able to open my windows and air out the house, or that I'll save the cost of heating for a few days (Sunday and Monday are expected to be in the 70s as well.) It's just so wrong.
This untoward heat wouldn't bother me if it came in the middle of a normal winter— in fact it would be a nice break from it— but in the third year of a drought this is like coming home and finding out you've been burgled. Who is stealing our winter?
But aside from the fact that Hell has opened up and is about to invade us, things are going reasonably well. I've got lots of tasty Greek yogurt that was on sale when I went shopping Friday. I've long liked the taste of yogurt— well, liked may be too strong a word; let's say I find it interesting— but I could never take much of the texture. I like liquids and I like solids, but anything that can't quite make up its mind as to which it is is not appealing to me. But Greek yogurt turns out to be firmly ensconced at the creamy end of the solid camp, and I like it very much. The only problem is that it's usually a bit on the expensive side, but as long as I can get a decent sale price on it I'll probably be eating a lot more of it. The fact that it requires no preparation at all is, of course, a big bonus. Plus I now have something to look forward to when I've lost all my teeth. I was definitely not looking forward to tapioca.
Tonight I'm going outside for a while to enjoy the coolness while I can. I expect that by the middle of February the pine trees will be spontaneously combusting from the heat. Maybe I don't have to worry about ending up being fed tapioca after all. I'll probably be nothing but scattered traces of ash being wafted on the torrid breezes of the Michigan Desert by September, or settling onto the steaming waters of the Great Swamps.
( Sunday Verse )
It was not very cold today, and it is supposed to start getting warmer tomorrow, but there is something truly terrible in the long range forecast which I hope turns out to be very, very wrong. Next Saturday is predicted to be 76 degrees here. That's next Saturday. January 24. Now a 76 degree January 24 would not be a big deal in Los Angeles. One expects a January day or two to hit at least 70 there. But here it is just terribly disturbing. I don't even care that I'll be able to open my windows and air out the house, or that I'll save the cost of heating for a few days (Sunday and Monday are expected to be in the 70s as well.) It's just so wrong.
This untoward heat wouldn't bother me if it came in the middle of a normal winter— in fact it would be a nice break from it— but in the third year of a drought this is like coming home and finding out you've been burgled. Who is stealing our winter?
But aside from the fact that Hell has opened up and is about to invade us, things are going reasonably well. I've got lots of tasty Greek yogurt that was on sale when I went shopping Friday. I've long liked the taste of yogurt— well, liked may be too strong a word; let's say I find it interesting— but I could never take much of the texture. I like liquids and I like solids, but anything that can't quite make up its mind as to which it is is not appealing to me. But Greek yogurt turns out to be firmly ensconced at the creamy end of the solid camp, and I like it very much. The only problem is that it's usually a bit on the expensive side, but as long as I can get a decent sale price on it I'll probably be eating a lot more of it. The fact that it requires no preparation at all is, of course, a big bonus. Plus I now have something to look forward to when I've lost all my teeth. I was definitely not looking forward to tapioca.
Tonight I'm going outside for a while to enjoy the coolness while I can. I expect that by the middle of February the pine trees will be spontaneously combusting from the heat. Maybe I don't have to worry about ending up being fed tapioca after all. I'll probably be nothing but scattered traces of ash being wafted on the torrid breezes of the Michigan Desert by September, or settling onto the steaming waters of the Great Swamps.
( Sunday Verse )
