A breath of...

We let something into our house last night which we have not had in the house for a very long time. It seems strange to have it here, although it’s also wonderful. Today, because of it we’re hearing cars going down the road and barking dogs and planes flying overhead. We’re also hearing the sound of the silence between it all. Lately all we’ve heard has been the drone of the overhead fans, a couple of smaller fans and 4 of Mr. Willis Carrier’s contraptions. Today, even the barking dogs sound good.

The sky is blue, there’s a small fresh breeze, not laden with humidity and the light is pure and not reflecting yellow haze off every surface. We were able to open all the shades to let this pristine light in and everything looks better because of it. We’re no longer being assailed by strong errant drafts nor assaulted by the constant low whine of fan motors and compressor motors from the machinery required to prevent our brains (and the rest of us too) from frying.

Today the temperature is no longer so high and the air is not so oppressive and my nose is not itching and running. It’s pure pleasure to take a deep breath. The dog is resting peacefully, we had a glorious night’s sleep and I’m happy to be awake now and looking forward to the day. Last night we were finally able to open all the windows again and let fresh air back into our home. Aaaaaaahhh…

Totally bonkers...

Well, for gosh sakes… What’s up with Haloscan anyway? Anyone? Totally screwy these days…

Speaking of screwy, yesterday I woke up, logged on and this, my first email of the day was waiting for me:

Subject: Thursday. Thursday? Thursday!

Well. I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to say. Do you think you're being funny? I'm not really sure that cheese should be yellow. Although the right salami can make for a tasty sandwich. Did you remember to wind your watch? Where was the valve stem when the eaglet fell out of the nest? I'm sure you know what I'm saying. I know, I know. You ARE pretty darned funny. Good mornings generally precede good afternoons. Guacamole is a word that is enjoyable to say. Pine trees can be tall. Black holes are dense. When you put the pedal to the metal do you giggle uncontrollably or merely chortle and snort? I thought so. Oh. I almost forgot. Thursday. Yep. That's correct. Was the package really as heavy as it looked? Or was it all just an optical contusion? Or a state of confusion? Or a mild delusion? Did it drive you into seclusion? I came to the same conclusion. Peach fuzz tickles. Two heads are better than one. Four rings signify the finest automobiles a person can drive. Wyoming is big. So is Montana. Why is there no West Carolina? The Fonz just told him to "sit on it"!! And then they all cashed their paychecks before playing the ponies. Did you know that Winchester, NH is the home of the toothbrush? If it had been invented anywhere else, they would have called it a teethbrush. (rim shot) I like pizza. Is that all you have to say for yourself? Oh boy.

Don’t feel bad if you’re confused. It was from my very dear friend who is actually quite smart and usually sane, but obviously he needs a different job. Or a long vacation…

A crabby commentary...

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin', and cotton is high.
Oh your daddy's rich, and your ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.

One of these mornin's you're goin' to rise up singin',
Then you'll spread you're wings an you'll take the sky.
But till that mornin, there's a-nothin' can harm you
With Daddy and Mammy standin' by.

From "Porgy and Bess" - by George Gershwin

Okay, I’m back and I apologize to anyone who expended energy by clicking on over here while I wasn’t. Here, I mean… Well, I was here but not in any meaningful sort of way. I can’t say that I took a vacation…although it’s true that my brain sort of takes off on its own little excursions occasionally, but the rest of me was here subsisting like a bowl of half gelled Jello. It’s summer, you see, and the living is easy (no it’s not, it’s excrutiating). There are no fish jumping in this pond and the cotton will get a whole lot higher before anyone gets around to picking it. (My apologies to George Gershwin.) While it’s true that my ma is fairly good looking, for a woman her age, my daddy could hardly be called rich and of what use could that be anyway? And we’re certainly not rich either...not even in the same ballpark.

As for the wings in the sky part, younger sonny got back from San Francisco full of bonhomie and in one piece and while it didn’t make me break out into song, it did make me sigh with relief. We were definitely standing by but then, that’s what we always seem to be doing most of these days anymore, just standing by…

Well…it’s now many, many, many, many hours since I started this danged post, before I was intermittently and finally terminally interrupted, so I’m going to quit right here, post it and try again tomorrow for something a little more coherent. Absolutely NOTHING about this day went according to plan. This day went astray in the most officious fashion, none of it expected and all of it designed to keep me from writing. I do hope that at some point soon I might again be in charge of my life again and fate, nasty harlot that she is, will step aside briskly so that may be accomplished. I’m toddling off to bed now…

"To Sleep, Perchance to Dream; ay, There's the Rub." -Shakespeare's "Hamlet" - act III, i, 65-68.