August 2004

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It's hot this week, and very humid. My air conditioner would like to take a break from both, I think---it's had to work harder to keep the place reasonably cool.

And I'm noticing heat a little more because I've moved my base of operations when using the computer. Instead of sitting cross-legged on my bed, I've actually been using my desk as a desk, instead of as a home for freshly washed clothes. Why that would make me notice heat may not be all that obvious. It's that the laptop computer is very warm, and its heat makes the desk warm, too.

It's nice to be using the desk. It's the same room, but a slightly different perspective. It's a little like moving house, without having to go to the bother of packing or any of the expenses involved. I didn't have to make arrangements to switch utilities. No change of address cards needed. Just a new perspective on a familiar place.

That's a very acceptable level of change for me, and I'm not all that fond of changes.

August 1

Yes, it's August. There's a lot of dampness in the air; making it hard for air conditioners to keep up. There are some single raindrops joining their fellow drops and coming down to visit, ever so gently at the moment. They may be related to the rain heading in from the first tropical storm of the season, but they're not making much of a deal about the kinship.

I just came back from walking down to the rental office to drop off my payment. Along the way, I saw some of the adult neighbors doing the usual Sunday afternoon things...bringing in purchases from their cars, sitting on porch edges to conduct conversations, watching their children play.

I saw a sign on one door announcing that there's a new resident in the complex. The sign was a cutout of a stork carrying a bundle. Balloons accompanying the sign carried the message that the new arrival is a boy.

His older sisters were out on the porch having a small party with some other little girls. They were telling secrets in a-bit-too-loud-for-secrecy voices, guaranteeing that passersby would overhear. I did, but since what I heard was supposed to be kept between the girls, the skies, and me, I think I'll keep it to myself.

I smiled my best, "I'm a grownup and I won't tell the secret!" smile at them, and went on my way.

Yes, it's August.