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Wednesday, July 26

Already Hot and Humid Midweek Morning Coffee Muses

I popped out to catch the morning shot on the front porch and almost couldn’t get the condensation to quit forming on both my cheaters and the tablet. So, once the shots were captured, I headed back in to muse over coffee with the indoor climate more to my choosing. That view is recorded at the top of the page on my blog…

Like it or not I still have to get out and replace the belt on the mower and finish my Deere meditations that keep getting pushed back… Not a chore I’m looking forward to. The humidity is just oppressive out during the heat of the day.

We had some surprise thunder boomers foll thru yesterday. They knocked out the power for a couple of hours after we started the kids to bathing. Abby was in the tub when the power went out and darkness descended. She was not a happy camper. Cam had to bathe completely in the dark with a flashlight hanging from the shower curtain rod. Gotta love camping out in the house.

How about those Republicans? They got John McCain to drag himself out of a hospital bed just to keep up this fiction that they have a plan for healthcare. I always thought better of McCain. Now, to Sarah, I have to add this spectacle. Let’s hope that their plans to kill the ACA fail as quickly as every other one has.

I find myself having a hard time figuring out what the hell Republicans are doing… Other than trying to erase anything that reminds them of Obama. It’s a sad state that America is in that the party controlling the government is still just the party of NO… Not Obama.

Well, I have  a couple of dozen emails to get through before the torture, so another cup of coffee is called for.

Monday, July 24

A warm, slightly breezy, start of the week Morning Coffee Muses.

There’s not a shred of blue in the sky this morning. It just a washed out overall gray color. A very high overcast, no individual clouds visible. The world around me is still the color of early summer. Dark green everywhere. So green it feels abnormal. By this late in July I would expect to be seeing more browns.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I like green. Much more so than a dried out brown. I just find it unusual.

As far as color goes this is what greeted me when I came out…

Another fresh monarch. This make the third or the fourth so far this time. And there are still green jewels hanging about.

Somewhere to the south, not too far away, a crop duster is working. That’s the soundtrack of this morning. Just on the edge of audible, almost a feeling more than a sound. But the rhythm, the cadence, the rise and fall of the pitch… I can see the plane crossing the field at tree level only to climb and turn when it reaches the end of the row. The sound, not quite sound building the image in my mind.

Since I put off my Deere meditations on Friday, I must complete them today. Heat or no heat (like that’s gonna happen, no heat that is).

The monarch just made it’s maiden flight towards the woods. The first of many long miles it will travel till it’s wings are worn and tattered.

Sunday, July 23

Quiet and still, warm and humid, Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

Almost nothing is heard above the sound of the fans. Even the traffic roar isn’t intruding like during yesterday’s front porch musings.

Yesterday the rains came down fast and furious for awhile. Making the roads a challenge while we drove down Six to see the kids and the grandkids after their trip to Florida. Today’s foretelling by the prognosticators of weather isn’t as full of rain chances as yesterday. But the chance of excess heat is… excessive.

My new neighbor has a conundrum, the city is requiring him to either build a sidewalk across the front of his property or dead that amount of property to the city. Now the crazy part of this is, his is the last property in the city. The city limit is actually on his property. You would have to travel about a mile to find another sidewalk. And none of the property between is undeveloped, so the city can’t force anyone else to build sidewalks. So as usual, city requirements is for a sidewalk to nowhere, that no one can get to because of the ditch at the side of the road.

 

Saturday, July 22

Hot, Humid, Rain on the Horizon, Morning Coffee Muses

As the images show, I failed at even starting my Deere meditations yesterday. At the time the heat was just oppressive and there wasn’t any cloud cover to provide any breaks.

As you can see, we’ve had our first monarch of this batch emerge. I’m not sure where this one was hanging but he isn’t the one on the chair arm.

For 9:30 in the morning it’s just way too warm for the back porch. Time to go to breakfast anyway…