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Today is yesterday. That may sound cryptic, but I’m talking about the weather. Today’s high will be 83°. The humidity is 80%. Yesterday I turned on my AC. The downstairs is nice and cool, but the upstairs is still hot. I’ll be camping, sort of, in the den with the dogs.

The drawback with the AC is having to keep the doors shut. The dogs and I, out of necessity, have developed a pattern. Nala taps the poochie bells, her signal for me to get up and let them out. I let both dogs out. Henry comes right back inside the house. I shut the door on Nala. When she wants in, she taps the dog door over and over, enough to drive me crazy. We do this several times. I am no longer in control

When I look out the window, I see a pretty day with lots of sun in a blue, blue sky. In the thick air only the leaves at the ends of the branches flutter, and my chimes are still.

Shark week has started. It is time to bring out Jaws for another showing. I’m thinking a movie on the deck.

When I was a kid, I loved soft summer rain. I never minded getting wet. My clothes dried quickly. If the rain was a bit stronger and made puddles, I’d walk barefoot through the gutters kicking the water in wide arcs from side to side. I smiled the whole time. It gave me joy.

I watch a lot of science fiction movies. My favorites are black and white films from the 50’s. The aliens are seldom good. They usually want our planet. Even the gigantic ants, spiders and crabs, our own creations, think of us as dinner. Invaders from Mars is still a favorite. Anyone who loves this movie immediately recognizes the fence ending at the field. I rewatched The Blob the other day. I think the future is in jeopardy. The Blob stops growing in the cold. It was dropped on Arctic ice. With global warming it will be back.