With temperatures reaching 117 degrees in Bagdad, it seems petty to complain about the heat here reaching 100+ degrees. Its August, so many people are out-of-town because Congress is taking its annual recess. This year is worse because it’s an election year, thus more hot air is being expelled everywhere else.
Troy, the Black fellow who helps me occasionally with odd jobs and yard work, came by for a few hours yesterday morning. He had an older fellow in his truck he was taking to Goodwill to buy used books. Troy is clearing the overgrowth from the back yard, slowly, because the heat is too much for him also. We have poke weed, ‘mile a minute’ vine, unwanted ivy and such. Seems the excess carbon dioxide in the air is giving the vegetation a growth spurt. Is that a good thing? Not when it turns swimming pools and coastal waterways green with algae.
There’s always something. Our world is complex and the more our population expands and the more we try to ‘fix’ things the worse they sometimes seem to become. What we need now is rational thinking and cooperation.
I haven’t discovered something new. Most people feel the same way I do.
Too avoid the heat, I’m busy with indoor things, venturing out early in the morning to do any yard work.
Yesterday we took Johnny and Clare for their regular grooming. Allen the groomer met us at the curb to take them inside and when we were leaving he escorted us back to the car, and put each dog in his or her car seat.
Because they are Pomeranians with both fur and hair, I keep them clipped short in the summer months. When we got home, the poor dogs could hardly wait to get in the house and flop in their beds. Clare sleeps with her head hanging over a floor vent and Johnny at the foot of the stairs where cold air rushes down from upstairs. I swear these dogs live better than children in Aleppo. Would that I could do something about the latter.
Julie is arriving shortly to take David to Trader Joe’s to shop. This afternoon he has his PT. I’m glad I will be in my house.
Down at the farm: Grandpa Bill shows Lil Chris a baby goat.