4 posts tagged “warm”
Sunny, 75, and a breeze out of the South.
So,
is it bad karma to have splattered a fly with a borrowed library book?
It's only that I was sitting on the deck, enjoying the relative warmth of the afternoon sun after a morning thunderstorm, with another Detective John Rebus book, "Strip Jack" by Ian Rankin.
The flies were thick, having just awoken from the frozen season of Hoth here, and more voracious of appetite than the bears.
One, having annoyed me repeatedly, worrying with my hair, legs, and finally mouth, had settled on the edge of our bistro table.
It had bothered me so often that I could actually tell it apart from the others.
My nemesis.
Eldest daughter played, unawares, on the slide.
Having alighted mere inches from the hardback book I held in my right hand, its pages guarded from flipping by the wind by the glass of chardonnay in my left, I, without thinking, upon instinct, blasted the little bastard with a cudgel-like blow.
After a split-second, okay, maybe longer of satisfied glee, "me big warrior, kill annoying shithead" euphoria, I noticed the detritus the thing had left on the back cover.
Ewwww.
I think I'll use the drive-through drop-off slot for this title.
I'm a lame duck resident in my own house.
Theoretically, I know that we're moving, and sometime soon.
It just doesn't feel like it though, as the news isn't new anymore and here we are still.
Life for the kids and the dogs is unchanged.
My daily routine is much as it ever was as well, and yet I know the days of this place are numbered.
I'd rather just get going and be done with it.
Cranky hath I grown and mighty is my irritability.
Doesn't help that the place we're moving is in the 70's already, meanwhile, it's freezing and with fresh snow here.
And I can't commit to anything here, and I can't set up / plan for a place to live there that we don't have yet.
Restless.
And in need of something to break.
Literally and metaphorically.
Two days ago I was dipping my feet in the Pacific Ocean on a warm sun-blessed beach.
Back home now, it snowed this morning, followed by sleet and freezing rain.
First of the season.
Wind blew like a politician last night with roaring gusts lasting 10 minutes or longer each.
Can you even really call it a gust if it sustains that long?
Anyway, there were lulls between the mega-bursts, so I'm going to stick with the terminology.
It's the kind of jarring contrast from being there and now being here that makes me think about what I think.
Nothing really to spout, espouse, reveal, or endorse today.
I'm in receive mode, not transmit.
