this, that, and the other
We are so blessed that our back yard is (relatively) cool and inviting on this day, when the humidex reached 46C, or 115F. We can feel and listen to the breeze, listen to the grass grow.
This is the real world. This weather is uncomfortable, unpleasant, potentially dangerous. It is quite possibly a precursor of what is to come in the years ahead. It is good to be comfortable with appreciating the real world.
A very hot spell is forecast. Today’s humidex reached 38C and this weekend the daytime humidex will likely surpass 40. Night time humidex readings will likely remain above 20 which is uncomfortable for us. We will endure it, as will much of the eastern United States and Canada. I give thanks thanks that we can afford to run the air conditioner which keeps the bedroom at a tolerable temperature.
We are blessed.
Our most special senior Achilles takes his ease, and continues to cut a very dignified profile.
Our treasured senior companion Achilles. He could be 13 human years old, he could be 18. Whatever his age, every day is a gift.
Crocuses in our back yard gaily announce springs’ (somewhat tardy) arrival.
A peaceful evening with dogs scattered about the house, with Lucy sleeping on the couch.
The rising moon illuminates the final evening of this calendar year. The next calendar year will rise in a few hours. Like all years it will be a year of good, indifferent, and not good events. (My feeling is that it will be another year of a general, almost imperceptible slide.)
I will try to accept all that happens with grace and equanimity.
