“Don’t knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn’t start a conversation if it didn’t change once in a while.”

I am insanely busy, horrific for someone with the soul and spirit of a sloth. Between now and Wednesday, my only free day is Sunday, the Biblical day of rest and, now, coincidentally, my day of rest. Tonight is the first play of the season. Tomorrow is a concert at Chatham Airport. Sunday is coffee and the newspapers and my weekly call to my sister in Colorado. I’ll stop chronicling my week here so as not to bore you with the rest of the events on my yellow, weathered dance card.

The cape is hazy from the smoke. The sky is grey. Scattered showers are predicted. The temperature will be in the mid 60’s. It is an ugly day, but it is a good day. The trash is gone and my laundry is done, good news which comes with a sigh of contentment.

During the harmattan in Ghana, the air is filled with dust and sand from the Sahara. It blocks the sun and covers every surface. My lips and the heels of my feet cracked from the dryness. The only relief was at night when the air cooled. I’d open my windows despite the sand. Feeling cool was rare in Ghana.

This morning I started my day with a wonderful cup of coffee and a scone. I bought the scones at the farmer’s market yesterday. I buy the scones right away as the lady always sells out. Last night I had a blueberry scone as part of my supper. This morning it was coconut with a bit of butter.

My garden is more alive with color every day. I always take a walk around in the mornings when I get my papers. The day lilies on the borders of the grass have buds, but they won’t bloom for a while. I like to check their progress. Small purple flowers have spread to both sides of the garden. My hyacinths are tall but have no buds yet. They are the crowing glory of my garden.

Some of the lights along the fence and gate have died so I have to turn on the back light for the dogs to go into the yard though I suspect they don’t really care, but it makes me feel better.

Right now both dogs are having their morning naps. Henry sleeps on one corner of the couch. Nala sleeps behind me leaning against my back. She keeps me warm.

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4 Comments on ““Don’t knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn’t start a conversation if it didn’t change once in a while.””

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Another mostly sunny day with a predicted 97° high temperature.

    It’s interesting that the forests in Canada and the forests in California can both create havoc when they catch fire. Our right wing, looney tune, Republican friends don’t believe that climate change is a problem and that we are the main cause. One of my colleagues told me a few weeks ago, “God would never allow man to affect his creation”. He obviously doesn’t believe in Evolution. Another one told me that there’s plenty of oil available under the oceans and we will never run short. He also believes that global warming is a cyclical thing. He claims that the Romans left reliefs of grapes growing in England. Actually, climate change has begun a renaissance in wine making in Southern England.

    Unfortunately, you and I won’t live long enough to see the true affects of global warming. Our prodigy will have to live with the consequences of our stupid political decisions. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      I can’t even imagine 97°. It is 55° so I’m wearing my sweatshirt. I even have socks on!

      I can’t believe that this, “God would never allow man to affect his creation,” came out of someone’s mouth. Even if we weren’t talking about climate, we have men and women who murder and maim. Are they not God’s creations as well? What would he say about that?

      These people you work with are crazy. They all must live in caves. I read that in time the Northeast would have Florida’s climate. The desert encroaches more and more and countries below the desert are feeing the heat, literally and figuratively.

      I am so sorry for the world we are leaving our children.

      • Bob Says:

        How about the American Airlines pilot who is suing American Airlines, because he claims that their 401k retirement plan invests in, “Wok” companies. He wants them to divest his and the monies by contributors from supporting those companies. I work with the men and woman who didn’t get hired by AA or are retired and their spouses told them to get a job. 🙁

      • katry Says:

        I haven’t heard woke of late. Perhaps it has had its run. Good luck to that pilot! Maybe they should just write him a check so he can invest it himself. Perhaps Twitter? No longer woke and no longer worth anywhere as much as Musk paid for it.

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