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Dog days
This August/ summer's end doesn't feel like August's end because of all the humidity and monsoons. No sense of approaching coolness, much less and autumn preview. Cicadas sing, but faintly; leaves go brown at the edges, but that could as easily be from heat. As with last year, one expects only a continuation of August into September.
Which said, today's 28C with bluwing breeze was very pleasant.
Summer-hyper mouse is still hyper. Impossible to single click on anything. Always back two pages if not three, always highlight whole paragraphs instead of inserting cursor into the middle of a word. Have taken to clicking with my middle or ring finger even, but even that doesn't always work.
Wore shorts today, shamelessly. Don't care if my lily-white thighs and knee flab shows. There is nothing cooler than shorts. What I *want* of course are the super-long baseball things the black guys wear but those are all made of polyester shudder.
Still there's the bath dep't: there's still Serrano ham wrapped around chilled mango slices.
Which said, today's 28C with bluwing breeze was very pleasant.
Summer-hyper mouse is still hyper. Impossible to single click on anything. Always back two pages if not three, always highlight whole paragraphs instead of inserting cursor into the middle of a word. Have taken to clicking with my middle or ring finger even, but even that doesn't always work.
Wore shorts today, shamelessly. Don't care if my lily-white thighs and knee flab shows. There is nothing cooler than shorts. What I *want* of course are the super-long baseball things the black guys wear but those are all made of polyester shudder.
Still there's the bath dep't: there's still Serrano ham wrapped around chilled mango slices.
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Meanwhile I'm still not reading much, BUT ... occasionally I get read to by hubby who'll read me bits n pieces of whatever he's reading, that he thinks I might find amusing. So ... flavour of the month happens to be Carnacki, the Ghost Finder by William Hope Hodgson. Where there are plotholes galore, a lot of billiards being played and delightful words like 'Hooning' and fainting damsels. Also a favourite trope of this supernatural investigator is that it is cursed to be the first of the seventh generation of ... uhmmm anything really.
But to be fair, as the hubby says ... it was written some hundred(two hundred?) odd years ago for a less discerning public, and if he could make money out of it, why the hell not.
Well this year our Natsu Matsuri is in the first week of September, but all things feel later this year, the Seventh Month (aka Hungry Ghost Month) also didn't happen till August, and since the Bon Odori is tagged in a way to this kind of thing ... yup it won't feel like August's end till two weekends hence.
But after that there will be mooncakes. ^_^
*HUGS* - have a good week you.
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I didn't know Carnacki was William Hope Hodgson, whom I associate with the unreadable style of The House on the Borderland. Pretty sure I have some of his in my Rivals of Sherlock Holmes anthologies.
Lunar calendars are a little batshit that way, but at least it adds spice to life. We won't feel like Augut's end until Sept 7 or so, because that's when they say it'll finally be seasonably cool. Roll on the end of August, say I. I may even buy mooncakes...