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After two months, a brief respite from heat and haze lets me sleep with the window fan last night and wake to deep blue skies and pure white clouds and all the greens of summer. Because I was indoors all weekend and accomplished nothing, I went out to By The Way, the only affordable French restaurant in the neighbourhood even if its main raison d'etre is Mediterranean-Israeli. And it's closing in two weeks after 40 years of the present owners and a good ten more of its previous avatars. So I must get my kibbeh kuftas and eggs dilemma before the kitchen starts winding down. I am of course accablée by this. As if New Generation going wasn't bad enough. BtW and I had a lot of History together. It's where I had brunch on the last day of the old millennium, and a juicy burger on 9/11 to assure myself that certain things were still the same, and where I drafted letters in Japanese to various circles to order their doujinshi for people who wanted them.
I wore a tshirt instead of my tanktops and even if the high, not low, was 22C it was still marginally too hot. But I shopped here and there, including Fiesta. What have the Christiest Baptists put in place of the pollinator garden? Grass. What have they covered the whole lot with? Grass. What is the grass doing? Turning brown. When will they ever learn... Oh, and now I see why they took that big tree down in the far corner of their lot. (Why, not how. The city *must* have had something to say about that.) It's so they could put a proper fence around the whole perimeter. The tree created a gap that allowed people crossing from Fiesta to cut diagonally across the Baptists' lawn, which was fine since the cutters were mostly going to the after hours program in the church itself. But, says the lawyers' daughter, this is a bad idea because it leads to right-of-ways after 20 years and absolute r-of-ws after 40. So up goes a serious wooden fence on one side and a serious wrought iron fence on the other (which is handsomer than the previous chain-link, agreed) and down comes the huge old maple to make way for it. I still think it barbaric but then I have precious little use for Baptists at the best of times.
And we are in end of August times when cicadas sing and dusk comes at 8. I'm never sad to see summer go but I am sad about the encroaching dark.
I wore a tshirt instead of my tanktops and even if the high, not low, was 22C it was still marginally too hot. But I shopped here and there, including Fiesta. What have the Christiest Baptists put in place of the pollinator garden? Grass. What have they covered the whole lot with? Grass. What is the grass doing? Turning brown. When will they ever learn... Oh, and now I see why they took that big tree down in the far corner of their lot. (Why, not how. The city *must* have had something to say about that.) It's so they could put a proper fence around the whole perimeter. The tree created a gap that allowed people crossing from Fiesta to cut diagonally across the Baptists' lawn, which was fine since the cutters were mostly going to the after hours program in the church itself. But, says the lawyers' daughter, this is a bad idea because it leads to right-of-ways after 20 years and absolute r-of-ws after 40. So up goes a serious wooden fence on one side and a serious wrought iron fence on the other (which is handsomer than the previous chain-link, agreed) and down comes the huge old maple to make way for it. I still think it barbaric but then I have precious little use for Baptists at the best of times.
And we are in end of August times when cicadas sing and dusk comes at 8. I'm never sad to see summer go but I am sad about the encroaching dark.
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Me too.
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It never used to bother me until my eyesight started going, but then, yeah.