Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Summer Days

"You no bring me coffee, me no clean filter basket!"
Maybe Scott is finally getting the message, because he brought me a mug of the black early this morning, before leaving the house. So I’ve been up for an hour, instead of sleeping till 9 or 10.
Holidays, what are they good for! Sleeping in, that's what I say.
Honest to god, I'm a sleeper. I'm a stay-up-late, sleep-till-the-cows-come-home kinda gal, trying to be an early-to-bed, early-to-rise'er and not being very successful. But it's coming. Slowly. 

Emil was here all weekend, and as usual in the morning when I remember he’s not here, I’m a bit disappointed at finding myself alone in the house. If you don't count my doggy shadow, that is. The Duck has been keeping pretty close since we've had days and nights of thunderation mixed in with the heat and sun. Yesterday there was a five-minute shower that I waited out, stood under the eave outside the door. Lots of gorgeous weather to watch from the chairs on the deck, with my evening glass of wine in hand and my neck and ankles slathered up with an essential oil combination meant to repel mosquitoes and ticks.

The only thing better might be having some company out there once in a while.