It’s 8 a.m. on July 5th, 2025. There is a myth/tradition that this is our first day of summer, lagging behind the rest of the world because…well…it often just turns out that way. Junes can be cloudy, cool, and wet oftentimes.
I don’t like to dwell on the negative. But…this morning my thermometer reads 50 degrees and it is cloudy. As of late, afternoons have been sunny and pleasant…up to the low 60s. Fine. I can hear all you heat wavers to the east rolling your eyes. Yes, I can hear that.
But bear with me just a little. If the rain and clouds and cool can sometimes return as soon as October…can I have just a little heat…please? I’m only asking for 70 degrees because I’m a heat wimp. More than that and I’ll start whining again.
Ok, I’ll probably start losing readers now that they realize how much of my whining they’ll have to listen to in the course of a year. (Do I even have any readers?). I’ll leave you alone now while I go find a sweater. And my fingerless gloves because my hands are cold.
In other news, I’m in the middle of a 6-day vacation. My other half went on vacation, not me, but I am still looking over my shoulder constantly to see if he is watching me be a bad girl…leaving dirty dishes in the sink until I feel like washing them or putting them in the dishwasher…leaving unfolded laundry on the guest bed for days…watering his flowers (and the lawn) with a sprinkler that I leave on for 4 hours at a time (this way it won’t need water again until he’s gone for 4 hours (maybe once a month). If the sprinkler hits the side of the house, the windows get washed a little too.
He insists on watering with a watering can or by walking around dragging a hose and, you know, holding the sprinkler attachment down. I check after he waters and usually the soil is wet to about 1/4″. He does it almost every day; still only 1/4″. I drag the hose, set the sprinkler, and go watch a baseball game on tv. Or my favorite binge-worthy show. Maybe while eating popcorn.
Every time I see the cat coming down the stairs out of the corner of my eye, I jump a little, thinking it’s The Man coming to judge me. Sigh…6 days isn’t long enough to stop being edgy. I’ll have to work on that. Meanwhile, I feel like a teenager home alone…basking in staying in my pajamas all day and doing whatever I want…
Meanwhile, everything outside is enjoying the cool weather and my sprinkler. The birds are bathing, the grass is greening back up, my tiny garden is thankful for the surprise deep watering. As it is mostly Mediterranean herbs, and potatoes, this year, normally they go through the summer drought just fine. One last soak will keep them smiling.