Reset Forty-Nine, Day Four Hundred
Jun. 30th, 2024 03:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSomehow I got through Saturday without bursting into flames, melting, or desiccating into a husk. I'd been pretty sure several times that one or another of those things would happen, but none ever did. I did get very muddled and confused at times, especially when waking from one of my numerous naps, but that's pretty normal these days, and so far not fatal. Dinner was a sandwich, and my current late night snack is a cup of cold oat milk. It's pretty good, though I'd prefer amazake, if I could find it, and could afford it. I used to get it at a health food store up on the mountain, but I don't get to health food stores down here. Too expensive now anyway.
Where was I...? Oh, right here I guess. I just nodded off a bit and forgot. I have a strong urge to forget now, because the long range weather forecast keeps getting worse. That string of days with triple digit highs that begins Monday is now two full weeks long. Worse yet, four of those days— Wednesday through Saturday— are going to be over 110 degrees, with the worst of them, Friday, predicted to be 114. That's only three degrees off the all-time record high in the mini-metropolis. And the nocturnal lows? In the seventies, a few as high as 76. Not cooling-off-by-night weather. At all. And I would not be surprised if even worse lies ahead. It's definitely going to be oh, shit! weather this summer.
Sunday Verse
by Pablo Neruda
They will continue wandering,
these things of steel among the stars,
and weary men will still go up
to brutalize the placid moon.
There, they will found their pharmacies.
In this time of the swollen grape,
the wine begins to come to life
between the sea and the mountain ranges.
In Chile now, cherries are dancing,
the dark mysterious girls are singing,
and in guitars, water is shining.
The sun is touching every door
and making wonder of the wheat.
The first wine is pink in colour,
is sweet with the sweetness of a child,
the second wine is able-bodied,
strong like the voice of a sailor,
the third wine is a topaz, is
a poppy and fire in one.
My house has both the sea and the earth,
my woman has great eyes
the colour of wild hazelnut,
when night comes down, the sea
puts on a dress of white and green,
and later the moon in the spindrift foam
dreams like a sea-green girl.
I have no wish to change my planet.
Where was I...? Oh, right here I guess. I just nodded off a bit and forgot. I have a strong urge to forget now, because the long range weather forecast keeps getting worse. That string of days with triple digit highs that begins Monday is now two full weeks long. Worse yet, four of those days— Wednesday through Saturday— are going to be over 110 degrees, with the worst of them, Friday, predicted to be 114. That's only three degrees off the all-time record high in the mini-metropolis. And the nocturnal lows? In the seventies, a few as high as 76. Not cooling-off-by-night weather. At all. And I would not be surprised if even worse lies ahead. It's definitely going to be oh, shit! weather this summer.
Sunday Verse
Lazybones
by Pablo Neruda
They will continue wandering,
these things of steel among the stars,
and weary men will still go up
to brutalize the placid moon.
There, they will found their pharmacies.
In this time of the swollen grape,
the wine begins to come to life
between the sea and the mountain ranges.
In Chile now, cherries are dancing,
the dark mysterious girls are singing,
and in guitars, water is shining.
The sun is touching every door
and making wonder of the wheat.
The first wine is pink in colour,
is sweet with the sweetness of a child,
the second wine is able-bodied,
strong like the voice of a sailor,
the third wine is a topaz, is
a poppy and fire in one.
My house has both the sea and the earth,
my woman has great eyes
the colour of wild hazelnut,
when night comes down, the sea
puts on a dress of white and green,
and later the moon in the spindrift foam
dreams like a sea-green girl.
I have no wish to change my planet.
