A good morning.

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And, what do you know... actually morning.  It reads 6:29.  That is after feeding Sassy, refilling water containers, setting the r.o. machine to fill another carafe, and a few other things.  It is 69 to 71 around the house, 54 outside.  Just about perfect, for the moment.  If I catch it, and close things up, before it gets too warm, I can keep the place cooler.  The trick is to catch it at the right time.

Though, sometimes, leaving the back windows and doors open actually helps.  For some part of the summer.  It allows a bit of breathing.  The trick is to get it to just exhale, which is... definitely a trick.  And, at some point, one that can't work.  Or, even if it does work, it doesn't work well.  It just gets too hot.  So that the only thing to be done, with any small hope of success, is to get as much cool in as possible, then close it all down to hold onto whatever is possible.

June 24?  Wow.  We should be dead in the middle of the blazing time.  June and July are usually our two hottest months.  An 88 degree day is, usually, a bit cooler than usual, not the hottest day of the summer so far, or near it.  And, one of the rare hot days, so far.  I definitely won't be able to complain about the heat!  Even if every last day, through to September, is hot, we have been given an easy one, a pass.  Wow, I haven't even run the an ac yet.

I'm thinking the two remaining pork chops and eggs, this morning.  That may be it for food, or not.  I have a roast to do, and I am thinking doing that in the morning would be best, just not this morning.  Tomorrow morning, I think.  Yeah, I can easily have a few thin slices of roast in a morning.  And, perhaps, some of the fresh veggies I poached from the store.

Oh, and some of the veggies are great with peanut butter, or just raw.  I'll have some of those for a snack, at some point.  Plus, they are cool, being kept in the refrigerator.

And, the field has been cut, a few days ago.  And, that, yesterday, turned.  I watch, from a distance.  I... like the scent of cut and turned hay.  Don't want to interfere, didn't have anything to offer, so... just watched from the shadows.  It isn't just creatures of the dark which do that, rangers do as well.  Better than most.  Must admit, sometimes we watch with a twinge of... jealousy.  Now, there is no simple life, but there is a life more based on... doing, function.

There are no fancy lives, at least no hereabouts.  The poets wax on about foolishness.  And, maybe they hit a point or three.  But, really, farming, construction, animal husbandry, is a tough gig.  Not a lot of cute, frilly, dandy, about it... perhaps save rare things, such as being in a parade or doing fairs.  It's a punch in the gut, hard working, risking a lot, chance at scratching a hardscrabble life out of the dirt.  But, it's real.  The poorest millionaires you'd ever meet.  And everybody wants a nickel, or dime.

Well?  Coffee, first.  Then I'll think about what next.  Veggie snacks, or eggs and chops...  Not terribly hungry, but might work up to it.  Later.