More humidity

It is raining. It is leaning toward 11:00 and it is raining just like last night. Well, maybe not like last night because it is not as hard. Last night it rained and I woke up the next morning and took my shower and ate some sort of breakfast, not much actually, and hopped in my car and drove to work, where I found that when I exited my car my glasses fogged up immediately with the humidity from the night before and caused me to remove my glasses and walk through the fog caused by a lifetime of nearsightedness. At least until I entered the airconditioned offices. This belies the concept of a good rain shower cooling everything off and creating a nice clear morning.

No, I take that back. It was a nice clear morning, with a special little gift of fog for my glasses. I think tomorrow will follow the same pattern. I get to drive to Zebulon, the last city on the alphabetical list of Georgia cities (not much of a city). Then on to Columbus, then to Knoxville, yes, there is a Knoxville, Georgia, just like there is a Nashville, Georgia, but no Chattanooga or Memphis, Georgia. That would be too much of a coincidence.

Sometime tomorrow, I get to meet with a client and possibly get paid, then make an assessment on another case and possibly work on another criminal case. They get to be fun sometimes.

I always enjoy driving to Columbus. Not enough to want to live there, but it is a nice place to visit. I have always had a sense of place, which allows me to see myself in terms of where I am situated. I can drive my car and see myself travelling across the map. When I travel to Columbus, I see the edge of Georgia, with Alabama just across the Chattahoochee. The Chattahoochee is so shallow and clear. You can see the fish trying to work their ways upriver, but there are too many miniature dams between the fish and Lake Lanier.

It would be a cooler place to live, but somewhat difficult for these fish to navigate. Fish are so hamstrung, if you can use that term for a fish. I don't think they have hams. As a matter of fact, I think I am certain about that.

I think this is the end. For tonight.

Late or early, depending on your orientation

I had to take the dog out for his evening deposit in the front yard and I knew it would be raining. And it was very dark, a velvet darkness, cut with the diamond streetlights, patterns on the street and driveway, and it was raining heavy and the dog did not seem to care much, but instead, looking over its shoulder at me, dove into the wetness, the wetness he did not appreciate, and found his spot to leave this day's deposit, or rather the next day's deposit, since the clock had run its hands past the twelve into the next track of Tuesday, and he let me offer my bare head to the evening baptism in participation with him, until he decided that the offering was finished and we headed back inside where we could sit with each other and contemplate the hour until it was time to go to sleep, which the dog has accomplished, I think, and I should, but this thing is holding me here on the sofa until I have finished, which at this rate, I don't foresee that moment coming, but it will and I will give in and this early morning will fade into the deep purple, which is appropriate, if not cliche, but as Jimmy Buffett said, "Cliche, good way, to say what you mean, mean what you say." And with that, I will end this communication. I am still working on getting into the swing of this again.

Monday rain

Today was Monday, well, it still is Monday and we experienced heat and humidity and severe rain, a couple of times. Once, when I could see rain blowing like a Noreaster off Cape Cod. Blowing rain straight off the side of the second floor of the house where I practice. Later, the rain came down again when I was at Ingles', buying the ingredients for supper. They were covering displays at Ingles' where the rain was coming through holes in the roof and wetting the displays. Little ladies in white outfits were running around like tall oompa loompas, handling the problems caused by the continuous rain.

I went home and made a red sauce and peeled shrimp and boiled rice, later serving the ultimate Creole/Cajun person in my life, who seemed to like it. The bread from Walmart was pretty good, toasted. Cindy didn't like it when it was just untoasted bread.

I got some things done, but still have things left from today for tomorrow. I am expecting a client to come by and help me finish his case and pay me some money, which would be nice, and different from the recent.

Tomorrow night is the All Star game in Anaheim, and a number of the Braves are in it this year. I hope the Nationals win for the first time in thirteen years. Anaheim would be a good place to have that happen.

If the Eagle screams this week, it might be salvagable. Wednesday I have a closing and its in Columbus, which means I can eat lunch at Country's again and get some good barbecue and some good fresh vegetables. Sweet tea.

And some more rain for summer. I wouldn't mind another cold watermelon in the refrigerator.

You have to watch "Good Guys." Perhaps the funniest show on television, when its summertime. The good old summertime.

Summer means....

I sure would like the Braves to catch the Mets here and end up with a sweep in New York. It would be nice to see a six game lead in the National League East. I was thinking about the Summer. Someone said it seemed like the Summer was almost over. It is true that Summer Football practice will be upon us very soon and when football season begins, I would like to be out there running around beating on folks, but, alas, I am way too old for that these days, I think.

I wonder if I will be able to get Kate to a baseball game again this month. I am afraid it is too hot for Cindy. Maybe I can get down to Macon for a game sometime this month. Hot weather, hot dogs and baseball. Followed by watermelon and air conditioning. That is Summer to me. Of course, a run to the beach would not be bad either with some seafood and a cold beer or two.

Early Sunday morning

I can't quantify how much sleep I got last night. Cindy and I were watching television and I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up with a rerun from Saturday Night Live and got up, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I woke up around 7:00 and ate breakfast, watching the last bit of "Arsenic and Old Lace", one of my favorite movies. Now I am catching up on messages on the computer.

The skies are clear and quite blue. It will be warm today and I will need to weed the gardens and water the tomatoes if I am going to be fortunate enough to do something other than yard work. I would like to get Cindy out of the house and somewhere we could go swimming or recreating.

Last weekend we were in Dunwoody for a long weekend and I hope we didn't wear Momma out too much. I don't think she was used to that many houseguest at one time. I did enjoy the opportunity to go swimming and watch baseball and just generally be outside in the summer weather, even if it got pretty hot and humid as the days went by.

Still, the beach or the mountains would be a nice break. Even a trip somewhere different. Just different. It doesn't have to be expensive. Probably couldn't be under the circumstances.

Last Tuesday was nice driving around North Georgia. It was fun, even with the indicia of a down economy being quite evident everywhere.

Saturday, middling rain and shine

Today the weather flitted between bright sunshine and humidity and light rain. I found that a mother bird has built a nest in my topsy turvey, so while I try to bring my three cherokee purple tomato plants to fruition, I am now prevented from watering the way I want to because of the danger to the baby birds I can now hear chirping from within the apparatus. This comes as I am finally getting some of the tomatoes to ripen on the vine without developing the rot which has afflicted the first of the ripe fruit. Perhaps my farmer genes are not for naught.

Cindy wasn't feelng very well today. She spent most of the day inside playing card games on the computer. Meanwhile, I was going inside and out, working and finding shelter from the raindrops. It was not a very satisfying Saturday. I did have to go into the office for awhile and made a second trip to Jackson.

I am hopeful that the next few days will be profitable. I am getting tired of these days without any payment from clients. I spent a good part of last week trying to get bills out and work on accounts. It really requires a lot of effort when you have to make up for the failure to get payment up front.

I look forward to the next week. It appears that the refinancing has broken loose. I received three closing in two days. I get to drive to Columbus on Wednesday and probably eat at one of my favorite places on the way back. Perhaps I will be making some trips toward Macon and Warner Robins. Those seem to be popular places to send me.

Perhaps, Sunday will be better.

Late night in June

I am one month later, plus a couple of days. It is 2:44 in the morning and I have to think about going to sleep soon. Cindy woke up a few minutes ago and asked me what I was doing. She didn't wait around for an answer. She is back in bed. The dog is sleeping at the foot of the bed.

There are reasons why I should be asleep. It is 2:45. I am not getting any more closer to bed. I need to go to bed. It is supposed to be raining tomorrow starting around lunch. Cindy wants me to clean the gutters and I need to finish some things at the office.

Baseball Tonight is being replayed for the second or third time. I know who won last night, including the Braves, the Tigers and the White Sox. Lebron and Chris and Wade are playing in Miami (who cares). Its summer and the game of the season is baseball, until football starts in August.

I was thinking about football the other day. They had the three big football players from the nineties (and I mean big, both literally and figuratively). Marcus Stroud, Orantes Grant, Travis Stroud. Big boys.

But I have been thinking about baseball. And the heat of summer, boy we have had that lately. Kate and I watched the Braves and Tigers, between breaks in the shade to escape the heat and humidity. I think Kate is getting soft. She couldn't take the heat. We drank a lot of fluids and spent a lot of time under cover. The Braves won and the Braves and the Tigers are both in first. Good year.

I have been very disappointed with my tomatoes. Cindy and I bought one of those big topsy turvy setups and I planted three cherokee purples in an effort to get my favorite tomatoes. But lately, the fruit which develops has developed bottom rot and I have been tossing the rotten tomatoes away from the plant. How frustrating.

I guess I don't have much future as a farmer.

I need to see if I can find grandmommie's recipe for blackberry cobbler. The blackberries are prevalent at the grocery and pretty cheap. I think I could make some nice cobbler and maybe sit out on the patio when the sun fades toward the west and eat some buttery blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. That would be nice.

Of course, right now, I have to satisfy myself with cutting some barbecued pork from the bone in the refrigerator, with cold potato salad and a frosty bottle of beer. I am nine hours away from lunch, but can taste it already.

I've got some sleep to catch up on and a number of errands in the morning. Sleep, sleep, sleep.