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dragonlady7Dave got his car back. While he was going to get it, I hid in the basement (where it is seventyish degrees) and made double-chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips.
Upon his arrival home I was transferring the ice cream from the machine to Tupperware to stick it in the freezer. He tasted it, pronounced it good, and immediately whisked me off to Condrell's instead. Why? They're air-conditioned. I had an old-fashioned ice cream soda (root beer with vanilla, and also whipped cream) while he had a milkshake. We sat until we both had goosebumps from the overenthused a/c. Then we came home.
I set up the sprinkler on the front lawn. (Then I reattached the outlet in my room, because I'd forgotten.) I put out all my plants on the concrete walk in the front lawn to get watered.
Then we lay out on the back lawn and watched the clouds scudding across the dusky blue sky. Lightning has been flashing to the southwest for a time, and we had hope of rain. But we went and stood in the driveway, the sprinkler splashing our toes, and watched the storm pass by to the south. Nothing for us, not a drop. Maybe tonight. But the ground is hard and parched under our feet, and I have been watering once or even twice a day for four weeks now. The front lawn is turning brown; the back lawn has brown patches where the more delicate grass is dying. The flowerbed I don't water, because it's mostly weeds and perennials, has the soil pulling away from the concrete-block edging. I watered it today, out of pity for the pink flowers I can't identify.
Today was the hottest day in Buffalo since a similar scorcher in September of 2002.
I spent the afternoon wearing a halter-neck thing I dug out of a drawer-- it belonged to my grandmother and is labeled "Convertible Sports-Bra", and also claims to be size 40C. I can tell you for sure, it's not 40 C in today's sizes. Not that it fits me well. It has the strangest boning, and can't be more recent than the sixties. I like it, but Dave thought it looked odd on me, so I put a tank top over it.
Half an hour more until the sprinkler comes in. (When watering a lawn, one should leave the sprinkler in place at least two hours, to thoroughly soak the lawn and encourage properly deep root growth.) Meantime, the wind's picking up. But we've had several heinously windy nights, and still no thunderstorms, no rain, no relief.
Upon his arrival home I was transferring the ice cream from the machine to Tupperware to stick it in the freezer. He tasted it, pronounced it good, and immediately whisked me off to Condrell's instead. Why? They're air-conditioned. I had an old-fashioned ice cream soda (root beer with vanilla, and also whipped cream) while he had a milkshake. We sat until we both had goosebumps from the overenthused a/c. Then we came home.
I set up the sprinkler on the front lawn. (Then I reattached the outlet in my room, because I'd forgotten.) I put out all my plants on the concrete walk in the front lawn to get watered.
Then we lay out on the back lawn and watched the clouds scudding across the dusky blue sky. Lightning has been flashing to the southwest for a time, and we had hope of rain. But we went and stood in the driveway, the sprinkler splashing our toes, and watched the storm pass by to the south. Nothing for us, not a drop. Maybe tonight. But the ground is hard and parched under our feet, and I have been watering once or even twice a day for four weeks now. The front lawn is turning brown; the back lawn has brown patches where the more delicate grass is dying. The flowerbed I don't water, because it's mostly weeds and perennials, has the soil pulling away from the concrete-block edging. I watered it today, out of pity for the pink flowers I can't identify.
Today was the hottest day in Buffalo since a similar scorcher in September of 2002.
I spent the afternoon wearing a halter-neck thing I dug out of a drawer-- it belonged to my grandmother and is labeled "Convertible Sports-Bra", and also claims to be size 40C. I can tell you for sure, it's not 40 C in today's sizes. Not that it fits me well. It has the strangest boning, and can't be more recent than the sixties. I like it, but Dave thought it looked odd on me, so I put a tank top over it.
Half an hour more until the sprinkler comes in. (When watering a lawn, one should leave the sprinkler in place at least two hours, to thoroughly soak the lawn and encourage properly deep root growth.) Meantime, the wind's picking up. But we've had several heinously windy nights, and still no thunderstorms, no rain, no relief.
