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August 19, 1998
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Wow! The air is clear and cool. The weather is actually comfortable. It cooled off after the second round of thunderstorms last night. I still worked up a sweat washing litterboxes though. Rivers of sweat were running down my forehead into my eyes. My glasses fogged up. I splashed bleach everywhere. But it was fun! The in-the-way children got fired so they were no longer in the way. It was remarkable how quickly I got all the litterboxes and dishes done without interference. I was done in 2 hours flat. Oddly, Roberta and Nora and the new person did not run out of litterboxes or dishes until I was almost finished anyway. There were plenty of clean ones waiting to be dried by the time they needed 'em. Surely that can't be because the in-the-way girls are gone, can it? I asked Roberta if we'd gotten more litterboxes in the last two weeks but she didn't know. However it came to be I enjoyed not having the pressure. Today's major cat excitement was Goldie humping a stack of clean towels. He held one end in his mouth just like biting the scruff of the female's neck, and just arched his back and humped. Goldie is the same one who was sucking a blanket a couple of weeks ago. Does Goldie experience sexual satisfaction from making it with the towels? Should we get him a vibrator? I was in such a good mood when I left the shelter, and the weather was so fine, I just had to head over to the refuge to look for birds. The fork-tailed flycatcher is still around. The most recent sighting was this morning. But it has not been seen by me. Seen by me however were hordes of purple martins, 12 semipalmated plovers, a killdeer, 21 least sandpipers, a greater yellow legs, 2 great egrets, a great blue heron, a few catbirds, a few robins... and possibly a mink or some mammal like that. I'm not sure what it was but it had that fisher-like build and way of moving as it crossed the road. I got a little frustrated with the shorebirds. They were all starting to look alike to me. And I was afraid of being devoured by predatory insects if I hung around looking for the fork-tailed flycatcher. A horsefly or something of that ilk bit me on the temple - right on that bulging vein. Ouch. So I headed over to Island Steamers for a sandwich and fries along with an Italian ice. Suitably fed, I made my way slowly home to work on the yard. I spent some time this afternoon hacking at the bittersweet. Hacking is the only word I can use to describe it. Some of the vines are so thick the clippers won't cut through them. I just hacked and hacked and hacked until I started to itch and felt my nose running. At this rate, it'll be winter of 2000 before I get this year's vines pruned. It's supposed to get even cooler tonight - down into the 50's. Good sleeping weather. |
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