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Reset Fifty, Day Thirty-Three
Aug. 13th, 2024 05:08 amMonday proved eventful, with the completion of the penultimate step of drywall repair occasioned by the plumbing catastrophe, and the fetching of groceries by my niece. It was all over by seven o'clock, at which point I crashed, and then I woke up around half past midnight. I maundered in bed for another hour or so and finally got up and fixed the dinner I've been skipping since Saturday (or was it Friday?) I've been informed that the final step of the drywall repair, the repainting, will be undertaken this very day (aka Tuesday.) I'll be glad to have it all out of the way, though I don't relish the thought of that fresh paint stench that is likely to linger through days and days. It's a good thing we're still expected to have a string of cool nights, and I'll be able to air the place out. The days will be quite unpleasant though, I'm sure.
The store's sale included a pair of personal sized watermelons for five bucks, so I bought a pair. I had one last time I shopped at this store and it was quite good, and I'm hopeful this pair will be up to the standard. I haven't cut into them yet, but they look and sound and smell okay. I've also got a couple of pears and a couple of peaches, plus there are still a few cherries and some strawberries from previous shopping trips, so I'm set for fruit. Oh, and of course the grapes on the vine in the back yard are ripe now, though difficult to access what will all the plant growth around them. Going out there makes me feel like "Day of the Triffids" is coming true.
I don't know what I'll do with the cooler time coming up, but I intend to enjoy it. I don't see any triple digit highs coming up in the next two weeks, though there are a few in the very high nineties, and every night in the forecast is dipping down into the sixties. After the last month this is such a relief, and I can hardly believe I survived to see it. I'm still too stunned to think about actually doing anything. If my browser was getting along with YouTube I'd probably go listen to The Birth of the Cool. Miles Davis had the perfect sound for summer.
Oh, I hear birds chirping. That means I ought to get to bed and try to get some sleep before drywall guy gets here to paint. And here comes the refuse truck, banging the wheelie bins about. Another week has begun. Let it be a good one.
The store's sale included a pair of personal sized watermelons for five bucks, so I bought a pair. I had one last time I shopped at this store and it was quite good, and I'm hopeful this pair will be up to the standard. I haven't cut into them yet, but they look and sound and smell okay. I've also got a couple of pears and a couple of peaches, plus there are still a few cherries and some strawberries from previous shopping trips, so I'm set for fruit. Oh, and of course the grapes on the vine in the back yard are ripe now, though difficult to access what will all the plant growth around them. Going out there makes me feel like "Day of the Triffids" is coming true.
I don't know what I'll do with the cooler time coming up, but I intend to enjoy it. I don't see any triple digit highs coming up in the next two weeks, though there are a few in the very high nineties, and every night in the forecast is dipping down into the sixties. After the last month this is such a relief, and I can hardly believe I survived to see it. I'm still too stunned to think about actually doing anything. If my browser was getting along with YouTube I'd probably go listen to The Birth of the Cool. Miles Davis had the perfect sound for summer.
Oh, I hear birds chirping. That means I ought to get to bed and try to get some sleep before drywall guy gets here to paint. And here comes the refuse truck, banging the wheelie bins about. Another week has begun. Let it be a good one.
