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Monday, June 19

A Steamy Monday Morning Coffee Muses

A Steamy Monday Morning Coffee Muses

It was still in the seventies (barely) this morning when I walked out. Though the air is so thick it looks hazy just looking towards the eastern woods.

I hope to finish with my Deere meditations today. I’ll go crawl around under the machine shortly now that I know what the problem was… washers used as spacers… I hate that I’ll have to do these meditations twice this week. I’ll have to do it again the day before we leave or the grass will take over before we get back.

Countdown week. Mountains here we come. Gonna spend time on Tom’s Knob once again. Let’s see if it feels as much like home as it did the last time.

When I first came out this morning there was a bulldozer working it’s way across the property behind me, my used to be woods. For the first half hour or so it was moving earth back along the bayou behind my cedars. From what I could see it looks like he was cutting a drainage swell to the bayou. He then moved to the eastern end of the property where I can hear him working still. At least it wasn’t as loud as the machines working on the pad next door.

Time for one more cup of courage before tackling the day…

Sunday, June 18

It's A Hot Sticky Mess Of A Morning Coffee Muses

It’s A Hot Sticky Mess Of A Morning Coffee Muses

It’s hot again this morning, requiring every bit of mechanical air movement just to be bearable. The humidity is back with a vengeance making every minute outside a sauna like experience, just not a good one.

I experienced a Texas beach in the summer for the first time in years yesterday. Burnside on a Saturday afternoon was… well, let’s just say, not my kind of entertainment. I haven’t been on an open beach in the summer in decades and I have to admit, given my druthers it’ll be decades more before I subject myself to that sardineness of the human condition again. Humanity in all its almost nakedness for miles and miles, traffic backed up forever on the one road in and out. One joy of summer I’ll pass. I’ll continue to get my beachy fix in February… alone on the miles and miles of sand.

It’s Father’s Day so I better get in and start breakfast.. don’t want my better half felling peckish… Later.

Saturday, June 17

Just A Not So Warm June Saturday Morning Coffee Muses I

Just A Not So Warm June Saturday Morning Coffee Muses

It looks like the only way to enjoy the morning before the temperature climbs into the eighties is to get out early. I’m not certain that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make on a daily basis. But two days in a row… that’s not a problem.

My circular meditation didn’t work out to well yesterday. The Deere broke a belt. I pulled out a replacement and put it on. It threw the new belt. I put it back on. It threw it again. I parked the Deere and took a shower before picking up my eldest at her work. I have a good idea what I did wrong. So Monday I’ll put the belt back on. In the meantime, I need to order a couple of replacement belts since I’m using my last spare.

This is the last weekend before our road trip. By this time next Saturday we should be in or close to Louisiana. It’s not a drive I enjoy, I10 east all the way to Mobile. Just so long as we don’t get hung up on th causeway over the Atchafalaya swamp. The last couple of trips, we’ve been delayed on that very long bridge.

The majority of the birds I see these days are dressed for the tropics. Every one is mostly white, from the Wal-Mart gulls to the cattle egrets with an occasional ibis, heron, or snowy egret thrown in for good measure.

Just A Not So Warm June Saturday Morning Coffee Muses II

Friday, June 16

Surprisingly Cooler But Still Sticky Morning Coffee Muses I

Surprisingly Cooler But Still Sticky Morning Coffee Muses

I woke up early and padded into the bathroom this morning with every intention of returning to bed, that is, until I glanced at the outdoor temperature. A reading of 77° called me out on the back porch. And now a bluebird is singing from the top of the pine tree, the first in over a week. We lost a baby in the bluebird house and I cleaned out the old nest. Now he’s checking out the birdhouse again.

It’s time to ride the Deere again. I cannot understand how grass can grow so fast in this hot weather. But grow it does. And really if my yard was a suburban monoculture of Saint Augustine or one of the other “yard grasses” it wouldn’t look so bad after a week. But my yard has a diversity of pasture grasses mixed in with the yard grass. It’s those pasture grasses that stick up head and shoulders above the rest. And dalis grass seed heads just pop up everywhere.

I’ll have to mow next Friday before we leave too. Otherwise what will just look untidy when we return will be a real jungle. The cattle egrets must know my schedule, they are already gathering in the yard. The air support being supplied by the dragonflies is even greater than the day’s past.

I better close this out, I need to run for gas before I get started…

Surprisingly Cooler But Still Sticky Morning Coffee Muses II