An Observation

[nightdog_barks]

It's quiet outside.

Chango decided she wanted to chase a tennis ball, so I went out on the deck with her. I heard one car go by, and that was it. There's no one doing yard work, no kids playing. A jet went over. I put some fresh water and ice cubes in the bird dish.

104 right now, will probably get up to 106 before the day is out. Yee haw.

Comments

[purridot.livejournal.com]

I sincerely hope that there was no evacuation issued, and that all the other people in your town were in that departing jet and car... ;-)

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

LOL!

That would make quite the story, wouldn't it? Hee!

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

It's pretty quiet here today because it's just too hot to be doing much outside. The thermometer on the patio, which gets sun most of the day, is standing at 100 degrees.

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Same here. Our little thermometer (one of those free things that stick to the window and probably came in a National Wildlife appeal) says 101 in the shade.

Lord, but I've always hated August.

[pwcorgigirl.livejournal.com]

August is always depressing to me. It's so hot and dry that the earth just looks tired. And I always miss the kid when he first goes back to school, so that seems to contribute to it.

[chewy-101.livejournal.com]

Chango wants to toss a ball in that heat? Lordy, just plop her in the bird bath before she catches on fire. =D

You sound peaceful. Lot of racket going on around here.

So, any lingering thoughts on Washpot? Just started a book called Special Topics in Calamity Physics. Interesting so far (favourite random line: "You think me crazy. Consider a Kandinsky. Utterly muddled, put a frame around it, voila - looks rather quaint above the fireplace.")
Two chapters in, but I keep drifting back to the internet for short attention span reading. Lazy hour, I guess.

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

She's irrepressible -- sometimes she likes to go outside and just lie in the full sun for five or ten minutes. Not today, though.

Just finished Washpot this afternoon. I thoroughly enjoyed it -- Fry is a terrifically natural writer, so at ease with the language and the connection between reader and writer. Or ... at least it seems that way. This was one of my favorite passages:

What I believed I was looking for I cannot say. I can only assert that, as in a novel, the locations with which this story climaxes are the same as the locations with which it begins. Life is sometimes novel-shaped, mocking the efforts of those authors who, in an effort to make their novels life-shaped, spurn the easy symmetry and cheap resonance of reality.