I always like to offer something to you when I write an entry, like photographs or something tangible or visual, of something that is actually happening to me/us here. But I don't have that right now. Nothing to offer. I have things going on in my head but a lot of those thoughts are negative - complaints of one thing and another - and you don't want negativity, do you?

Weather has been dominating our landscape here this past week. It bothers me when it gets in the high 90's or 100 degrees, and the humidity, I just clamp up, hole up in the house, and vegetate until the Weather Gods decide to be kind and send some cooler air our way.

Well, cooler air has arrived today. Yesterday we had storms to the left of us, lightning to the right of us, rain from above us, flooding all around us, trees felled by wind/lightning nearby and far, and all the while the hot humid air oppressing us. Flattening us up against our lives... how do the ballplayers play ball in this weather?

We survived all of the above with no damage. No floods here, no trees felled on our property, oh, but we did lose power... my worst nightmare. I am so connected by way of power to the world that when it's gone, I am lost. At 2 p.m. yesterday, during one of the scariest storms I've gone thru (and the dogs and I were all gathered in the basement thru this), Paul was out lobstering which makes me mad-crazy-worried for fear of him getting zapped by lightning. It was hot. There was no power, no TV, no internet, no lights (and it was dark as night in the middle of the afternoon!), the dogs and I were in the dark basement, sitting in my old recliner that I never quite got rid of, thankfully! Waiting. Finally, when a little more light seemed to be coming in thru the basement windows, and the rumble of thunder off in the distance seemed a bit farther away, we ventured upstairs to a hot house. I am spoiled. I hate heat and I will do almost anything to NOT be hot. My two A/C units run almost constantly in this weather.

Paul pays the electric bill.

Today is the first day in a long time I've not turned on one A/C unit. I've opened all the windows, and my house has some fresh air inside now. Ahhhh.....

See? I just complain. Sorry. I have so much to be thankful for, or "for which to be thankful" rather.

No photos today. I have some new things I want to address here, like a new book that came in the post yesterday. The Concord Quartet: Alcott, Emerson, Hawthorne, Thoreau, And The Friendship That Freed The American Mind."

You might remember that Nathaniel Hawthorne is my cousin. I have quite a few books by and about him here, but this one has escaped me until now. I'm going to open it up now and get stuck in, so until next time, and possibly more photos and a brighter mood, I will say to you...

Cheers,

Bex

Oh heck, here's one photo I found and scanned the other day.

This is Paul and me, sitting on my sofa in my apartment in Salem before we were married, just after we'd gotten engaged. I was probably the happiest woman on the face of this Earth at that particular time. Now, 26 years later, I still feel the same about us/him. Happy-happy.

"What we ardently love, we learn to imitate."
~ R. Waldo Emerson ~

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (8) Share on Facebook		2012-07-19 12:08 PM Treading Water... I always like to offer something to you when I write an entry, like photographs or something tangible or visual, of something that is actually happening to me/us here. But I don't have that right now. Nothing to offer. I have things going on in my head but a lot of those thoughts are negative - complaints of one thing and another - and you don't want negativity, do you? Weather has been dominating our landscape here this past week. It bothers me when it gets in the high 90's or 100 degrees, and the humidity, I just clamp up, hole up in the house, and vegetate until the Weather Gods decide to be kind and send some cooler air our way. Well, cooler air has arrived today. Yesterday we had storms to the left of us, lightning to the right of us, rain from above us, flooding all around us, trees felled by wind/lightning nearby and far, and all the while the hot humid air oppressing us. Flattening us up against our lives... how do the ballplayers play ball in this weather? We survived all of the above with no damage. No floods here, no trees felled on our property, oh, but we did lose power... my worst nightmare. I am so connected by way of power to the world that when it's gone, I am lost. At 2 p.m. yesterday, during one of the scariest storms I've gone thru (and the dogs and I were all gathered in the basement thru this), Paul was out lobstering which makes me mad-crazy-worried for fear of him getting zapped by lightning. It was hot. There was no power, no TV, no internet, no lights (and it was dark as night in the middle of the afternoon!), the dogs and I were in the dark basement, sitting in my old recliner that I never quite got rid of, thankfully! Waiting. Finally, when a little more light seemed to be coming in thru the basement windows, and the rumble of thunder off in the distance seemed a bit farther away, we ventured upstairs to a hot house. I am spoiled. I hate heat and I will do almost anything to NOT be hot. My two A/C units run almost constantly in this weather. Paul pays the electric bill. Today is the first day in a long time I've not turned on one A/C unit. I've opened all the windows, and my house has some fresh air inside now. Ahhhh..... See? I just complain. Sorry. I have so much to be thankful for, or "for which to be thankful" rather. No photos today. I have some new things I want to address here, like a new book that came in the post yesterday. The Concord Quartet: Alcott, Emerson, Hawthorne, Thoreau, And The Friendship That Freed The American Mind." You might remember that Nathaniel Hawthorne is my cousin. I have quite a few books by and about him here, but this one has escaped me until now. I'm going to open it up now and get stuck in, so until next time, and possibly more photos and a brighter mood, I will say to you... Cheers, Bex Oh heck, here's one photo I found and scanned the other day. This is Paul and me, sitting on my sofa in my apartment in Salem before we were married, just after we'd gotten engaged. I was probably the happiest woman on the face of this Earth at that particular time. Now, 26 years later, I still feel the same about us/him. Happy-happy. "What we ardently love, we learn to imitate." ~ R. Waldo Emerson ~ 2003 - 2007 Archives at Diaryland 2007 - 2009 Archives at WordPress 2009 Archives at JournalScape 2010 Archives at JournalScape 2011 Archives at JournalScape 2012 Archives at JournalScape Read/Post Comments (8) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top