I let Charlie out and he started chasing a bird. A bird!
For some reason they’ve been flying low out on the patio lately, and Charlie took off like a rocket.
Which is good for him. Because he loves to eat. And he could use the exercise.
Neither of us can last long out there on that concrete patio. He chased that bird from one end to the other, and then he was panting and ready to come in.
Last night I finished reading “Wicked River” and will start another book today. When it’s too hot to go out and you just yearn for the quiet of home, a book is a good companion. Aside from a pet companion of course.
I wish they’d hurry up and get our attics insulated, because it’s so hard to keep these apartments cool in summer or warm in winter. And the air conditioner just stays on, trying to keep up with the rising temperatures.
There are many things I like about living here, but having inadequate insulation and windows is not one of them. I guess, being built back in the sixties, such things weren’t deemed as important.
Every day I’ve had to move plants. This time last year I had those two trees by the alley. This year is new territory for my patio plants with those trees not there to provide relief from the unrelenting heat.
Yesterday I noticed that some of Jade’s leaves were burned from the sun. Can’t have that.
So I took my chair out of the corner and moved Jade there to get a bit of tree overhang from the other yard.
Once I started looking at the cushions on those chairs, I saw that they were way past their prime. So I took them down to the trash. I still have the two wicker (outdoor wicker) chairs to sit in.
I don’t want to replace the seat and back cushions for the chairs I brought from Texas because it’s over $60 per chair to get those cushions. That’s the cheapest I’ve seen for them and I’ve got bills to pay off.
So I stacked the two chairs in a corner.
Besides the patio is getting pretty crowded from the plants I add every year. I can’t sit in four chairs. I can’t sit in two chairs. But I can sit in one so two is fine with me.
I was sitting here on the couch and saw movement from the corner of my eye. I looked toward the patio.
There was a bird perched on the hibiscus (Abi’s red hibiscus). It was pecking at the leaves .
I thought of Abi and felt myself smile at the bird’s antics. Not only that, I didn’t cry. Tears stung my eyes but did not fall.
I thought of my sweet Abi.
And I didn’t cry.