Another thing I love about the US of A

Fireflies have been lighting up my yard for the last couple of weeks. It is extremely peaceful to sit on my front steps and just watch them in silence. I love the tiny zip of yellow light as they glow while flying. I also love to try and guess where they any one is going to show next.

Violet and Sammy snuggle

Aren't they cute sharing a chair like that. There are no chairs in my workplace that do not have cat hair on them.

Gabby the wee beagle who wees.

Gabby is my new best friend. She is a beagle mix who is living in the mens' bathroom. She guards her food and toys and we are teaching her how to share before she will be adoptable. She is also not potty trained. After cleaning up pee spots in my office four times in a day I kicked her out, and put her back in the bathroom. She is getting much better though and I think she will be doing her business outside by the end of the week. She is a very smart dog and responds well to training, also, she has me wrapped around her little paw. She knows just how cute to be to get me to play or give her snuggles. How could you resist that face?

A few randoms from my week

Most importantly, a cookie shop has opened in c'ville. Luckily, it is not on my usual route and only on my go by the Library on my way home route. I was drawn in by the smell and then was served by someone who may have been an elf, diminutive stature, big smile, cutesy high pitched voice. I purchased only four cookies, which was very hard to do. Two raisin, craisin and oatmeal and two walnut, ginger and citrus peel. My goodness. They were so delicious I nearly was unable to save two for the next day.

One morning this week while brushing my teeth I was contemplating the back yard and saw something mighty strange. A squirrel, determined to redecorate his tree. It is the only explanation for his behaviour. First he yanked and pulled and hung on a piece of vine till it came loose of the tree and hung in a long strand down the tree. Then he very carefully twirled it like twine and then taking the long end, he wrapped it around the tree. Once it was satisfactorily around the tree, he began to touch each leaf and put it in a position he approved of. It was so strange to watch.

On an evening when one of the staff members gave me a lift home we saw something truly uplifting. A young man, on a moped, wearing only cargo shorts and a helmet. No shirt and no shoes. Surprisingly, it was not his bare torso that was uplifting, although we did take a moment to enjoy that too. What entertained us so much was how he leaned forward, helmet to the handlebars while going uphill. If he had got off and pushed it would have been faster. Above the raucous sounds of our laughter you could just make out the bltththhttttt of the teeny engine on his valiant moped, and if you concentrated really hard you could almost hear his will power making the bike go fast enough for 8 lane traffic at 5:30 in the afternoon.

Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening

I have been so impressed with C'ville's thunderstorms. She really does take this very seriously. No piddly little crack and run storms for her.

The thunder rolls and the house shakes. Lightning actually lights the sky and even through the bedroom curtains and blinds I can see constant flashes like cameras in the stands at a soccer game.

Before the storm there is an eerie light, the lawn is turned a strange green, it's really indescribable so I won't try. First, the birds get all-a-twitter and then they go quiet. In that moment the little flashes of lightning bugs are most prominent in my garden. Then the thunder and lightning starts, taking turns or over-lapping, like a firework symphony while the wind and breezes dash here and there. After that has gone on long enough Henry slinks for cover under the couch or bed (as pictured) and Oleo follows me around the house for reassurance.

Then the real stuff starts, so much rain. It pours and pours. Diving into a swimming pool would seem an ineffectual way of getting wet compared to this. Torrential rain? OH that's what they mean by that!

I think the storm ALMOST makes up for the last four days of being a walking puddle.

How you can tell it's hot and humid

- the cats are practically bald they have moulted so much
- the birds at the feeder are not eating the seed, only drinking the water
- I actually dug out our ice-trays
- Even my Mamma would wish for winter
- Peeing is so hot, you'd rather not
- Thighs stick together when you walk (despite aforementioned fat-melting hopes)
- Cold showers don't actually work
- Salad is better than take-out Chinese food
mmm Can't remember all the other things I thought about as I lay here perspiring gently.

Missing my husband

I know wishes won't wash dishes, but I am trying that route for a little while anyway. This is where I realise that K does actually do some of the housework. Especially my least favourite things, including dishes and... SIGH... mopping the floor.

Water, water everywhere

Summer has exploded upon the valley of c'ville. I thought that growing up in Namibia would prepare me for any heat that the good earth could deliver. Then I experienced DC and found that I was wrong. THEN I thought that DC had prepared me. I got up yesterday at 5am. This should be an hour of chill, of cold feet on the kitchen floor and goosebumps. Yesterday I walked outside into a fog of heat and wet. It was so gross.

In fact gross pretty much describes the experience of these few summer days completely. I feel gross. When I lay on the couch yesterday and the sweat instead of evaporating was just dripping I truly felt like I was melting. It did occur to me hope that if I started melting, maybe the fat would melt first and I could find aircon before I started to lost muscle tissue. This was when I was rescued by a dear friend who offered me her home and her aircon. She has it all over her house, it's wonderful.

When I got home last night I went upstairs to the office and turned on our teenytiny aircon that we have up there. Then I made a little nest directly under it, and the cats and I passed a night of sweatlessness. I am somewhat concerned about anyone who comes to visit for a weekend, they will have to bring their own fans.

I mourn for Basil

My purple Basil has died. It grew an insidious mould and in spite of trimming it just passed quietly in the night. I will replace it with lemon balm. Wish me luck.

Aliens have landed in C'ville and they are hideous

Cisco is a puggle, which is a pug mixed with beagle. I cannot understand how people can think pugs are cute. When people talk about Cisco, they diplomatically say: he has TONS of personality. Which he does. When he first came into my office, I was not enamoured but as I got to know him he has grown on me. He is super smart and very sassy. Also he is soft like a cat. When he gets adopted I will miss his heavy breathing and occasional snorting.