It is raining and thundering. It will be steamy today. Charlie has more problems when it rains. Otherwise I would welcome it. He’s doing okay, curled up next to me.
Ivy was eating and heard a crack of thunder and came running to me. That cat doesn’t like being picked up. She doesn’t like being held. Ivy isn’t a lap cat by any means.
I heard yesterday that the owner of the complex finally sold this place. He thought he sold it a few years ago. The investors put down money then walked away. I hope they don’t sell it because then the rent will go up yet again.
I have looked online to see if there is any place worth looking at where I could move, though I would hate to relocate. There really isn’t.
Rent houses are way out of my price range, regardless of where they are or what condition they’re in. Plus I don’t need grass to have to deal with.
And I can’t bear the thought of someone living above me in an apartment. Places like where I live are very uncommon.
Ivy is mesmerized by the air purifiers. Of course Ivy gets interested in anything around her that is new. Since this is her whole little world, I imagine that’s understandable.
The rain is really coming down now. I can see it pouring off the gutters that are always full because they never get cleaned out. And I’m not going to get on a ladder and do it myself. They’re supposed to do it, but they don’t get around to it.
If it is sold, it is likely that the whole crew here will be changed. Nathan said he can’t have social workers come in for a home study regarding his oldest son or get anything more done because his employment here is up in the air now.
See the pretty etched glass container in front of my sugar jars? I found it marked down at the grocery store the other day.
It is like a Parmesan cheese container with holes in the lid. I have baking soda in it that I use to clean with. I just thought it was really pretty for the price.
Charlie has had his diuretic and keeps wanting out. The water is almost up to the back step, so I opened the front door hoping he would go out on the covered porch.
Usually he makes a run for it it. But I figured he wouldn’t in this downpour.
He headed onto the sidewalk and I told him to come back. Normally he would just keep running. I’ve never been able to break him of that. But the silly dog just stood in the pouring rain and wouldn’t come to me.
I had to go out in the rain and get him.
My vegetable plants are pretty much officially kaput. I still have peppers but the sun turns them brown before they’re ready to pick.
If I grow vegetables next year, I’m going to have to figure out how to do something different than I’m doing now.
I’m now watching “Wanted” on Netflix. Two strangers, women waiting at a bus stop, are forced to go on the run together after witnessing a car jacking. They’re then framed for murder by a corrupt police officer. It is an Australian film.
It’s okay, but not as good as “Rectify.” But that show would be hard to top.
I sometimes try to put myself in the actor’s shoes under the circumstances they’re in in the TV show. What would I do if I witnessed a crime and then found that the very people I should be able to trust were corrupt and wanted me dead?
Where would I go? What would I do? In this age of technology you can be tracked by your phone and using a debit or credit card. You can virtually be tracked with CCTV cameras. It would be very hard to hide.
Any ideas what you would do?
Well, I’ve already lost my internet signal once, so I’d better sign off. I’m meeting my daughter for lunch soon anyway.