August 2005 Journal Archive
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8-31-05

The devastation of Hurricane Katrina makes a couple of weeks of gray weather seem inconsequential.

8-27-05

The two weeks of the gray monsoon season ended yesterday. The goldenrod is blooming. A garter snake on its way for some sunning surprised me this morning.

Startled him/her too.

The local beach was deserted yesterday. I call it a beach because it is a lake that has sand rather than rocks or mud at its base. Trucked-in sand, but sand, nevertheless. Subject to ridicule by some for having the label of "beach," compared to its pristine cousins on the coasts and in the tropics. It's all relative.

 

 

8-23-05

 

 

 

 

8-21-05

R.I.P., Hunter.

8-20-05

Short attention span "movie." Images chosen randomly from the photo archive.

View each image individually.

8-17-05

Yesterday, when I went to the post office, a smiling white-haired woman came rapidly out of the post office toward me. I was compelled to comment on her vim and vigor. Without missing a beat, she moved closer to me, paused briefly and said "Honey, you gotta be tough," and went on her way. Made me smile.

 

8-16-05

 

 

 

 

 

8-14-05

 

 

8-12-05

A cool rain is falling that has dropped the temperature 20 degrees. A nice respite in the dog days of August.

Addendum: By coincidence, the cat, after making his debut on this page, has distinguished himself by bringing his gift of a rather large mouse into the hallway of the trailer tonight. He is quite proud of himself as the great hunter. I disposed of the mouse properly, although the cat probably doesn't think so.

 

8-10-05

 

 

8-09-05

8-07-05

 

A sunflower sits upon a kitchen table.

 

8-06-05

 

8-03-05

8-02-05

I heard a noise on the porch a couple of nights ago. I cautiously opened the door, and came face-to-face with a racoon. Beautiful face, very healthy. He was after the trash in the trash bag that I had forgotten to put in the covered trash can. He walked to the porch doorway slowly, without fear, and then took a couple of quick steps forward. I moved inside the house and closed the door and then peeked out. He looked at me and slowly turned up the sidewalk.

I wondered why the concrete basin on the ground that I fill every night was getting emptied so fast. I would fill it, go in the house for five minutes, come out and the water would be half gone. I thought the basin might have developed a leak, but other times it would be full. Mystery solved. No wonder the racoon looked so well hydrated.

8-01-05

The editing process continues.

Dog participates in race.

Found art in downtown Lawrence.