Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Until done

It's August and those cicadas are with us after all. I didn't hear a one until after the first of August, they keep a tight calendar. It's baking here which is also right on schedule for this month. I am going to count the days until September 15 which is when we are contractually obligated to have cooler weather here in the NE corner of KS.

The northern Europe bunch did not curl up under the fans and refuse to go anywhere as I feared they might. They reached back to their Texas roots (at least the adults) and appeared to enjoy not having any Welsh drizzle whatsoever in the forecast. We went swimming at the outdoor pool and Lonestar Lake three times. Pretty ideal summer stuff. Sunday's lake swimming included being mobbed by itty little silver fish. We saw a school of 2 to 3 inch fish moving about roiling the surface of the lake. And then when we had forgotten about them they passed between Nod and I, a few of them leaping and bouncing off my shoulder. I shrieked, it was very entertaining.

I love my sis in law, she is brainy and mouthy and very competent. She's also complaining about turning 50 next year. I refused to compare crumbling infrastructure with her. We talked about tequila but only got around to some beer drinking their last night here. The kids got along well and everyone enjoyed the co housing model of nomadic children roaming about and playing. It sounds as though I enjoy my mother in law's company the most of any of us which seems a little odd. I hope the cousins can stay in touch in the future. This made me want to go see them in Wales of course. Which gets more unlikely each time I get to see them (about every two years). Frustrating.

New asst to the dir starting at work this week. Here's to new beginnings.

I tried again to read Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men in a Boat and found it just what I wanted. PGW's debt to him is clear. The purple prose describing the beauties of nature and then author's own skewering of it feel familiar and very well done. A cautionary description of camping in the rain is just the sort of thing I think about when choosing *not* to go camping. It's funny because it's not happening to me! The friends have made it through a miserable night:

"In the morning you are all three speechless, owing to having caught severe colds in the night; you also feel very quarrelsome, and you swear at each other in hoarse whispers during the whole of breakfast time."
I also hooted loudly at a horrendously loud dogfight (just between dogs, not a human-engineered dogfight) being mistaken for either a vestry meeting or a murder.