The morning is dark and damp. You can feel the moisture in the air. The temperature is in the low 70’s. Today’s weather report says rain, but I am skeptical about the forecast. We don’t get rain. We get menacing clouds.

When I was a kid, rain in the summer mostly halted outside fun. The park and the pool were closed. I could ride my bike but only if the rain wasn’t heavy. Spitting rain was fine. I’d get wet but not drenched. Sometimes I rode to the library. I’d sit at the wooden tables and browse books. I’d stay a while. If we had a summer storm, I’d stay home, sequester myself in my bedroom and read. I always had books.

Yesterday I planted the flowers I had bought to replace the ones stolen from their pots, and I added two smaller pots filled with lavender. As I was planting the second pot, I heard a noise in the yard. I looked down off the deck and saw Nala playing with the flowers I had just potted. I had finally caught the thief in action. I’m going to try to keep her out of the pots. I have some wire which I’ll twist into a cover for the flowers and hope it works, but she is quite adept at thievery.

I have been watching my favorite science fictions movies, the black and white ones from the 50’s. Now it is The Giant Behemoth, a redundant title or maybe one just for emphasis. The beast is plying English waters. It burns victims with radiation and reduces them to ashes. Of course it does.

Today is dump day. I am reminded of my father who loved going to the dump. In the old days the dumps were tall heaps of trash with screeching seagulls circling. When I was home for the weekend from college, my father always invited me to go with him or he invited my friends who had come down for the weekend. I told them it was a privilege to be asked so they always went with him. My father loved it.

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