The lonely pool
A distinct odor of burning wood coming in from outside. Considering the possibilities, I hope to hear about distant forest fires.
Just noticed that the pool ladder has not been installed this year. I’ve done my chemistry part, for several months now. Means that the interest in swimming in circles never rose beyond “That’s a thought”, for anyone in the house. Next year: invite the neighbours, or teach the dog to swim, or drag the kayak up from the basement. Have to find something to justify my efforts.
Sitting here humming Summer, from Anne Of Green Gables. I’ll leave you to find your own reference copy on YouTube. Or, if you happen to be in the area, swing by Centre Stage (I refuse to use the rebaptized name), and enjoy the show. Still a few performances left, before the season ends and we go back to wishing for next year.
Returned the loaner dog to her owners. She did sleep with us, which means that we’re part of her extended pack (or she just prefers the mattress to the floor). Our own dog hasn’t deigned to favour us with warm(er) legs, despite the open door policy. And if anyone tries to share his couch, he gets an insulted look on his face and finds another place to slum. Odd training.
Read through one of the used books I picked up this summer, dealing with working conditions in the coal mines, not so long ago. Not much fun, for not much money. The protagonist (author) finally decided to return to school and ended up completing a university degree, back when it still meant something.
