“The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.”

The rain came last night, or rather early this morning. I went to bed close to four, and it wasn’t raining yet. I don’t know how much it rained, but everything is still wet. The air is thick and redolent of crushed greenery and thick undergrowth. The leaves just hang off their branches. The sky is cloudy. Showers are predicted as is a low of 68˚. It is not a pretty day.

As soon as I heard today’s weather, a high of only 78˚, I turned off the AC then ran around opening doors and windows. Henry appreciates having the front door open so he can monitor the neighborhood. I wanted fresh air. I still want fresh air.

I need to dust mop the downstairs floors because fur balls fly in the air when Henry runs or I walk close to them. The clumps of fur are composed of Henry and Jack fur. My house was cleaned a week ago so now I have a timetable for the creation of fur balls. I wonder how Henry’s fur meets up with Jack’s. Yes, I am bored, but now I have a mission.

Yesterday I put all the trash in the trunk. It took me a couple of trips, but I still have a bag on the deck, a smelly bag, which won’t go into the trunk until Dump Day.

When I was a kid, trash barrels were put on the sidewalks to be emptied. Extra large or odd shaped objects were not supposed to go out with the trash. They were to be brought to a different site in town, a discard dump for all but trash; however, common knowledge back then was a six pack or two would guarantee the pick up of all trash, even mattresses. Townies knew this.

I have a hankering for a BLT, but I only have the B. The last time I was out was Monday, but I’ll venture out later this afternoon propelled not by the need for a BLT but rather for paper towels, cream and maybe a pizza or a quesadilla. I’ll decide when I get there.

Jack and Gwen are asleep upstairs in the Henry free zone. Meanwhile, Henry is restless. He roams from back door to front door. When my neighbor across the street opened his garage door, Henry started barking, happy I’m sure for the diversion. After I patted him at the door, he stopped barking, but he is still roaming. Poor Henry is bored. I commiserate.

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4 Comments on ““The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    I get a hankering for a BLT almost every day. When I told my Gastrointestinal physician that I ate bacon every day he told me to stop and I have been following his instructions. But the hankerings don’t go away. 🙂 There’s just something about bacon that makes everything taste better.

    Last night the lines of thunderstorms past us by without even leaving a drop of rain. The cold front dropped the high temperature today to 90° without the previous humidity.

    It was good to go into the office today. Sometimes the communication via MS Teams still leaves something to be desired. Unfortunately, wearing a mask also interferes with the communication process because it’s hard to tell if someone is being sarcastic.. 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Bacon is now riding the crest. Candied bacon is even sprinkled on ice cream. Way back when I was in high school, we used to go to the A&W root beer restaurant. Back then they had car service. I always ordered the bacon cheeseburger.

      The cool air didn’t last long. By 2:30, I had to put the AC back on. The humidity was stifling. I did only 2 of my three errands. I didn’t stop to get flowers. The idea of walking the rows of plants with the sun beating down on me just wasn’t in the cards. I went home to the cool house!

      Face to face is always better. You can read eyes and facial expressions.

  2. Birgit Says:

    Garbage trucks every two weeks here, waste paper every four weeks and no, sixpacks won’t help. Large trash needs another truck which we can call once a year.

    Today was the hottest day of this summer so far, perfect for bike ride along the river and wade in the water. Many people were there barbecuing, swimming and meeting in the meadows but it wasn’t too crowded. Swimming is still not allowed but it’s not too dangerous so nobody cares. Back to normal temperatures tomorrow.

    I had to look up quesadilla, it looks delicious.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Birgit,
      As you know, we don’t have trash service unless you pay a private company. When you bring stuff like household appliances to the dump, you pay for them based on size and weight.

      We are in the middle of a heat wave. We have had 85˚ + temps now for 5 or 6 days. The forecast is for rain on Sunday. I’d love if it rained all day. I think the temperature will be lower. That sounds like deck to me.

      Quesadillas are favorite of mine. I keep flour tortillas in the house for a random night of Mexican.

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