Wrong Kind of Roasting Due

The small crickets are loud tonight, which makes me grateful that none are very near my house. I hear them across the street and over the back fence, as well as up and down the block, but hear none in my yard or next door on either side. I wonder if it's possible that my feral cats have caught and eaten all the nearby crickets? If so, they have certainly earned their keep for the year. The small crickets make one of the most annoying sounds I must endure here.

The feral cats already prevent blue jays from building nests nearby, relieving me of another annoying noise (the baby blue jay is one of the loudest of birds, and screeches from morning to night except when its parents are stuffing its beak, and they are very fast eaters.) They also kept my yard fairly free of gophers and moles, back before the drought, when the soil was damp enough to support such creatures. Needless to say I like the feral cats very much.

Today the reheating began, and it will continue to be hot for at least the next ten days. Worse, the nights will be getting warmer again too, though so far no nocturnal highs above 70 degrees are predicted. Still even at that, I'm apt to be forced to have recourse to the air conditioner again this week and perhaps next week as well. I had hoped I was done with it for the year. It's another hole in the budget, which has already taken an enormous hit from the heat as well as from the large increase in the price of fire insurance (another consequence of the drought, most likely.)

I'm currently about three hundred dollars behind where I ought to be by now in saving for this year's property taxes. It's unlikely that I'll be able to save an extra $75 a month for the next four months, as there's very little left in my budget to cut, so I'll probably end up waiting until the last possible date to send the second installment of the taxes in, which will be at the end of February. That means I'll be two months late starting to save for next year's fire insurance and taxes, so I'll essentially just be kicking the can into 2016.

The good news is that the financial bomb in the can probably won't blow up until next July. With any luck I'll then be able to get the feral cats (who I will no longer be able to afford to buy cat food for) to then kill and eat me, and thus I'll beat the insurance company. It will be such a relief not to have to hear those damned little crickets at all next year!

Unfed

It's going to be moonless most of the night. I'll most likely be asleep long before the thin, waning crescent rises. In the meantime the small crickets are buzzing and a skunk has released its spray somewhere in the neighborhood. Once the smell diminishes I think I'll go out and watch the stars. With no lunar competition and no clouds they should be pretty bright.

All evening I've been craving liver and onions, though I absolutely hate liver. I think maybe all I really crave is the onions, but I'd have no idea what to have them with and that's why liver comes to mind. But I think I've only got one onion on hand anyway, so it doesn't matter what I'd have with them in lieu of liver. One onion is too little.

What I'll actually eat for dinner is moot. I've been putting it off because I really don't want to think about it. The weather has turned too warm again to have the oven on, so I'll most likely end up with something microwaved or something heated in a pan. Or a peanut butter sandwich, which is easy enough to fix. But I still don't want to think about it.

I can't remember if my chiropractor appointment is tomorrow or the following Tuesday. I've lost the damned appointment card again. I'd lose my head if it weren't screwed on. But then if my head weren't screwed on I wouldn't need to go to the chiropractor, so that might actually be an advantage. I wonder if that can be arranged? I wouldn't have to eat, either, since my mouth would no longer be connected to my stomach. This is sounding better and better. I think I'll look into it.