Dreary Summer Afternoon

The sky is a dark-blue grey color and the limbs on the trees are pitching back and forth. We are supposed to have a chance for rain today. It has looked ominous at several times this afternoon, but never as much as right now. I would like some rain this afternoon for the plants and the grass. Rain, rain, rain.

I have an appointment for this afternoon in a few minutes and I am supposed to travel up to Stockbridge for a closing for seven. It seems as if everyone is wondering if this closing will happen. I have the documents. I have spoken with the borrower twice. I am constantly getting calls. Everyone wants to know whether or not this thing is going off. How important is this closing?

I have received several calls for appointments for closings for this week today. One for Columbus, now cancelled. One for Warner Robins, now cancelled. One for Peachtree City, who knows? I am beginning to wonder.

I just want a little more rain.

Mortality

I spent all morning in the jury box of the Monroe County Justice Center watching the calendar call of criminal cases. Most of the calendar call was fairly light in tone. No one went to jail. The only change in tone occured when one of the accused fell asleep in the courtroom and elicited the irritation of the judge who sent the sleepy denizen to the back of the courtroom to be tested for drugs or alcohol. Later, he came back, rather sheepishly, and a deputy sheriff handed a piece of paper to the clerk, who handed same to the judge, who told the accused not to fall asleep in his courtroom. Meanwhile, the assistant d. a. I was here to speak with had to leave the courtroom I guess because of recent health problems. The whole drama left me with a sense of my own mortality. There, but for the grace of God, go we.

Thursday Heat

Thursday night. June 2nd. Hot as the gates of Hell. Ticks climbing on all of us. Fleas . I don't want to talk about it. This has been a very unsatisfactory end of the day. Too little to do; I picked up Cindy and went home and never went back today. Very unsatisfactory. Very hot and dry. Heat shimmers and dust.

June 1 Summer, with a stone on my chest

It is again quite warm this morning. I took the trash to the curb and realized that this is a holiday short week where they ordinarily adjust the pickup days so that trash pickups occur one day later. If that is the case, then pickup will happen on Thursday. Meanwhile, it is going to be in the middle to high 90's today and tomorrow. I get to run the sprinkler at lunch. Yay! Matt and Al are in Rome today. La-di-da. I am not trying to critique Catholicism. It is just not on my radar this morning. I have more concern for getting to the office on time.

I am on a Samuel Taylor Coleridge jag right now. He is definitely one of my favorites, although I do like all of the Romantic Poets: Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats, Byron. All great. That was my first favorite class in college. Well, the heat lasted through the evening. I picked Cindy up at SCTC and the thermometer in her car read 103. That is hot for Georgia on the first day of June. The portents are ill in early June/late Spring. We haven't even had the Belmont and the end of professional hockey yet. That is silly.