Involuntary blood donations
For a number of reasons, I’ve gone through life without donating blood. I wish that the local mosquitoes would get the memo. Putting away the grill with its cover is an open invitation to feed the multitude. Unfair advantage to their team. When the wind is up, no big deal. However, that lull at the supper hour is more than enough for me to learn new dance steps.
I had to go out and purchase a lawn sprinkler this afternoon. I was sure we owned one, but three years and a move to the coast seems to have hidden it; of course, I’ll come across it in the next few days and realize that owning two of something is part of my lifestyle.
Congratulate me for being prepared. When they spread that section of sod, under a summer sky, I’ll be there with a veil of water. Which should trigger torrential rains…
Due to my ongoing attention to observed weather vs forecasts, I’ve just learned that a high dew point is equal to muggy conditions around the house. I may have known that, sunconsciously, but now I have made the connection. Happily, the website where I publish my data puts that particular reading right at the top of the page. Much more practical than knowing the current phase of the moon.
Fake news. Not the Trumpish variety. More the bulletins that announce the passing of someone famous. Why, only this morning, there was a burst of activity on Twitter, when someone announced that HRH Philip had moved on down the queue. Not so, rebuked the palace guard.
