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Humid Sunday

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Muggy. Tropical dew points muggy is what we are facing. I looked back in the archives to posts I made around this time last year and discovered a very similar theme. It is influencing our decisions about what to do and yesterday we changed plans several times, setting lofty goals about what projects we were going to tackle and then backing off to keep from fighting against the elements.

Just a walk around the property led to fatigue and clothing stuck to our bodies. I think both Cyndie and I share an equal dread for that feeling. It made it easy to jointly bag the plans of heavy labor and happily return to the geothermally air-conditioned comfort of our log home. Delilah also seemed uncharacteristically eager to return to the house. I sure wouldn’t want to be wearing her coat this time of year.

We wondered about what we could do to provide some comfort to the horses, settling on bringing two at a time for a walk up the hill of our driveway into some lush grass to graze where there was a bit of a breeze. We have decided not to leave their fly masks on overnight, supposing it may be interfering with their night vision, because they have been finding ways to get them pretty messed up or stripped off their heads altogether by mornings. Not that the flies have gone away. In fact, quite the opposite, as it appears the recent rains have fueled a robust new hatch.

While spending the extra time ensconced in the cool confines of indoors, we ended up taking on one of those cleaning chores that you don’t tend to do until it is absolutely required. Cyndie noticed the juices from a package of hamburger had leaked all over the place in the refrigerator. It started slowly, her working on part of one shelf. Then everything on that shelf was moved to the counter. I stepped in to get the glass of the shelf lifted out. Next, the fruit and vegetable drawers were emptied and removed. The farther into it we got, the more we decided to do, eventually making it to levels that we hadn’t bothered to clean when we first moved in.

Take that, humid summer Sunday!

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By evening, the predicted evening thunderstorms sporadically popped up around us, and occasionally, right overhead. In between a couple, I went for a walk with Delilah and enjoyed the spectacular sky views. It was a Sunday of making custom musical playlists, computer work, lollygagging, comfort foods, and judiciously distributed forays into the thick, hot air of outdoors. That’s about as close to a day off as I needed.

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Written by johnwhays

August 25, 2014 at 6:00 am