Friday, June 21, 2013

When A Hummingbird Gets in the House...

... bring the feeder inside and stand holding it, stock still, until the hummer lands and you can eeeeeaaaaaase it outside. 

It is the Solstice, which always makes me a little wistful.  I love summer and the long days.  Once they reach a peak, I find myself thinking, “Well, it’s all downhill from here. “  It’s a gorgeous evening, cool enough that I felt the breeze from the big ceiling fans was too much and went to turn them off.  I had a hell of a time finding the switch for the main one over the living room.  Just when I think I am familiar with this place…
There is a bright green bug rattling around in my desk lamp.  I don’t know what these guys are called, but they are prolific this year.  I don’t like them because they bite; and when you swat them, they smell like shit.  Like an old outhouse.  I watch the bats, wondering when they are going to get busy and rid us of these pests, but the bats don’t like them, either.  Maybe they taste too bad even for bats. 
There is a god-awful racket coming from the woods next to the house.  A troop of boy scouts found me in the driveway after work and asked permission to park their vehicles and camp back in the old dump.  I pointed out that it was Forest Service land and that they did not require my permission.  Now, I find myself wishing I had told them that I owned all the land for two miles west of the house and that I couldn’t let them camp on it because it is a preserve for a very rare species of wild peach tree.  I never think fast enough in the moment.  They are yelling and howling down there…

Today’s high-point…  I woke up on my own about half an hour before my alarm and finished reading “The Glass Room”.  It has taken me forever, but not because I don’t love the book.  It’s just been hard to find the time.  Now I need to decide what I’ll take with me to read on the airplane next week.  

Low point…  Sara is back from her soccer summer camp, and I don’t think I have ever seen her so crabby.  Over-tired, sunburned lips and she ate too many Sour Patch Kids on the bus, so her mouth was sore as well.  She got back to town two-and-a-half hours before the time we had been told to pick our kids up and was mad that I couldn’t drop everything and get her.  My work is 30 minutes from her school – it was no small matter.  When she texted to say that she was back, I told her that I would leave the office as soon as I could, but that I had to tie up some loose ends.  I told her to find a shady tree in the school yard and take a nap.  No.  The coaches have to wait until all the girls are picked up.  Oh, for Pate’s sake!  Perhaps they should have arranged to come home at the appointed time, then.  One of my colleagues in the office laughed and said, “Then let the coaches wait.  It’s their fault for telling you the wrong time.”  In the end she texted to say that she had found a ride home with one of the other girls.  But she was in a very rare mood (for Sara) when I got to her.  

In other news, it looks like I will close on the rental property that I’m buying on Wednesday.  I have a renter for each of the units, now.  Problem is that they both want the upstairs unit.  Uhhhh….  The basement unit is cooler in the summer….

Counting down the days until the trip to Spain!  I’ve arranged a lift to the airport with the giant bicycle case; and I read a little bit about the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona.  I suppose I should turn my attention to packing – I’m going to have to fit an awful lot of fun into two small panniers. 

But it can wait until tomorrow.  It is after 10 PM.  Maybe the scouts will shut up in a few minutes and I can go to sleep!   

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