Sunday, August 23, 2009

Waning August.

It feels hotter than advertised, but what do I know? I mowed the yard, mopped the porch. That'll foul your instruments. Persons in their yards and driveways all up and down the block. Car washing. Weed eating. Spring cleaning—in August, of course.

Feels like we may be gearing up here for one last gasp—slight, slight chance of showers the next couple of days, and then back into the nineties mid-week. Run them air conditioners and icemakers. Cut off them cutoffs. Have some limes on hand. A cool washcloth for the back of the neck.

If you are of a mind to mop your porch, wait for evening.

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