It's high mowing days, and there's been a bustle of activity, so haven't blogged. Sorry!
Stevil noted that he's seeing leaves turning on sick trees and I'd noticed but hadn't wanted to say anything. Everyone's so bummed out these days or in a world of fear and frankly it makes me wanna puke. Any time you mention anything remotely odd or bad it gets wrapped in a shitball of everything else that's happening. What a world of drama! There's a post on iBratt from someone who's afraid of walking down the town's streets. Oh give me a break. Go live in the real world for a while and then tell me how scary this little town is. The 2 roughest bars we had are closed. And the biggest continual problem with them were the outdoor crowd and their mouths. Hello, are we in grammar school that we actually care what some drunk says? I mean, unless you happen to be drunk yourself. Then it's go time.
People must have been quite sheltered to get fearful like this. I'm trying to understand that. It must be nice to live in an idyllic peaceful place. And then to think you're watching it be lost must be sadddening and maybe scary. I've been such the opposite, living in hard places and trying to make them softer, that I don't know that perspective. It appears weak and cowardly to me. Which is of course itself wrong, to judge, but it's what comes to mind. We're all the same in many ways, and still oh so different.
The 11ers came by last evening. It's always nice to hang with the girls. Kinda warm in here for it, though. The glaze ran off the donuts.
My niece wrote that they've had 20 days of over-90 degree heat now. As brutal and unrelenting as winter was, the summer has been miserable. I probably would've loved it in my teens and twenties, but now, not so much. Now it's living in a cloud of baby powder and tying my hair up on my head. The unknown tree that's sprung up in my front garden in the last month is now 5 feet tall. It's a jungle out here. ;)