Much of what we talk about has to do with the kind of summer
we’re having: a great one (all this time away from work). Awful (the heat, the
drought). Busy (free times are the busiest times... go figure). Sedentary
(can’t help it – writing calls for keeping your buttocks in one
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Sleepy (see above: it’s authentic, I swear!)
It is, by any count, an unusual summer. Your heart breaks
for the farmers who are so terribly affected by the dry heatwave.
At the same time, you can’t help but marvel at this: there
are no mosquitoes. Zero. Every
evening, I stand outdoors, hose pointed at this plant, then another, for hours on end and I’m
not fanning myself, no, not at all. The evening is bug free (except for the
wasps – they’ve established nests in the garage, in the garbage cans, the
mailbox... they eat other bugs, Ed reminds me when I want to swipe at them).
These days are also easy on the cooking. (For example,
tonight’s supper is broccoli and scrambled eggs. Does it get more boring than
that?)
And it’s starting to feel like there is (to Ed’s dismay) a
wedding in the air (not mine, not mine... Ed, I don’t want to hear it! Your
feelings about weddings are duly recorded. And dismissed.)
Who could doubt, too, that it is a time of Isis. In all the
permutations that he introduces to our day.
In the morning...
And in the evening...
It’s all very distracting.
In a good way.
