Summer time blues?

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I enjoy reading blogs, but they seem to have dried up. It could be the summer doldrums or things are changing. I am surprised some people have continued to blog. There is much to write about, but too much sometimes. And, it might well be becoming dangerous to blog. I doubt if anyone will quit for that reason but you never know. But people do slow down blogging right about the time in winter and summer when there is little else to do and at various times throughout the year for no apparent reason. My blogging has picked up, if too it is merely the simple day to day activities with a few thoughts on this or that. I do hope it picks up soon though. The V.J. thing should die out though. It has succeeded but become quite boring. More heads for the pike!

I am just getting up, though I think I can still get everything on my list completed. Or, as it usually turns out with things, I can get them started. A drive to obtain plates and a drivers license, a conversation with the apartment manager, a call to a gun smith about the .22, some stuff over to storage, pick up a package of bungee cords, and... Some other things I am sure. At least I am doing well this morning. I am ready to rumble, as it were.

I have been tinkering with the air conditioning, to try and use it minimally. If I turn it on a few hours before I go to bed, I can turn it off when I go to sleep with just the fan on. Any other way and I risk it being too cool or too warm to either wake up or to sleep. As well, with it off, the warming from the day will wake me up. I suppose I already knew this, but like something that itches which you know you should not scratch, it gets scratched now and then anyway. Humans are the oddest of creatures. We do not want to follow just what we are told, do what even we know will work, or simply deal with things. We like to improve our environment. That improvement has costs, personal comfort, financial, and time. Still, I like it.

The book of Numbers was interesting though it seems to have hit a snag. Repetition creeps in and the task becomes mind numbing. Then again, staying up late reading can do that anyway. I try to read when my mind is in a better receiving mode, but that is not always available. When it gets too bad, I take a break and tinker to reset the mind or prepare for sleep. The oddest things happen in the course of the Jewish exodus. A lot of people sin and die, grumble and are punished, and such. Some things are quite odd. You would think, with God or an angel in their midst and seeing what He or he can and will do that people would be a little more careful. I suppose people, now as then, are people. I cannot exactly remember how many times Moses stayed God from simply wiping them out and starting over. I also did not realize there were over a half a million men, somewhere over 600,000. That does not include all men, let alone women and children. The census was only counting men over 20 years of age capable of waging war. It did count the Levites (their priestly tribe) separately, and male first-born children on their own, but no indication of how many women (and back then, a man could have more than one wife).

My lady friend just called. It sounds like her life is going well. She bought a canoe this year, just recently. She has not rigged her truck to pick it up though, so it is still at the store and will stay there until a rainy day. She is not taking a day off from gardening. I think, if she does, it is too easy for her to not go back and that bugs her. The garden or farm she works at has had success in some of the produce, with broccoli heads as big as basketballs. It seems it has been a cool year there, so some things did really well. And she seems to be caught up on things, where last time I spoke with her she would not talk about it because she had not been out there as much as she wanted to be. Ha! Ah, her list for Christmas food: spinach; oysters for stewing; the makings for chili; and popcorn. I have my own food list too, and it includes, let me see, oh right... meat, meat, meat, and uhm, more meat. Oh, and milk.

I best get going. Time is not really of the essence, but I seem to be able to waste it as well as I used to be able to lose glasses, shoes, and socks as a kid. I was a master, and it seems to have transferred from clothes to time. At least I am good at something.

Have a great day!