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Mmmm…my favorite!

That there is Maya the jaguar, star of a recent BBC documentary. Don’t know if they played it over your way. She was a leetle orphling keeten in the show. Not so little now.

And the thing she’s licking? A blood popsicle! Mmmmm!

It rarely gets above mid 80s here. When it gets there, it rarely stays for long. We rarely go a week without rain. But we’ve had weeks and weeks of drought and a couple of weeks of hot. It even stayed hot at night the last few, an unheard of thing.

Everything is yellow and dry. The chickens are panting like dogs. There is no end in sight.

I mean, it ain’t Baton Rouge in August hot (why the hell did we always go visit Grandma in August?), but it’s hot. I’d forgotten how much I hate hot.

Comments


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: July 2, 2018, 10:41 pm

You know that cat wants to eat you. Just look at those beady little eyes.

Would a sprinkler or a kiddy wading pool help the chickens?

When I had to visit relatives down south, on top of the horribleness of the heat, humidity, lack of AC, it rained every day from 11 am to 12 noon like clock work.

 


Comment from iamfelix
Time: July 3, 2018, 6:30 am

I brought popsicles to work for our mechanics today. Always feel sorry for them in this weather, standing in a hot garage working on hot (temperature-wise, not stolen) cars. I brought them the Kool-Aid kind, don’t think they would have cared for Maya’s variety.

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: July 3, 2018, 12:19 pm

Took a little road trip this past weekend. Passed by fields and fields of stunted corn that looked roasted on the stalk, but the pastures looked better, and the cattle were fat. To borrow the words of Lady Bird Johnson: The rain in Texas; it’s never enough, except when it’s too much. But I think drought is the way of life in Texas unless you live on the coast.

Husband and I are moving by the end of the year, and looking for a small acreage. He doesn’t want to buy a tractor, but he’d happily buy a riding lawn mower and a rototiller. Five acres would make him delirious with joy, and I’d be happy with one acre. But I need to see the stars again. You can’t really SEE the stars if you live in the city, and orange-tinted night skies make me sad.

 


Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: July 3, 2018, 2:32 pm

Didn’t the Blood Popsicles used to open for the Dead Kennedys?

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: July 3, 2018, 3:12 pm

@Deborah HH
We keep looking at property up by Texarkana. Plenty of acreage for sale. Some of it’s as low as 1k an acre. The taxes are getting silly in DFW with all the new arrivals driving up the property values (and hence the theoretical value of my house which the taxing authorities are more than thrilled with I’m sure).

I’d like more than 5 though, we’ve lived so long on a 1/6 acre lot, it would be nice to have some trees and some free space between neighbors. And something that no one cares if I mow (including Mrs. Durned), preferably with some pines.

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: July 3, 2018, 3:37 pm

Maya looks like the family size version of my black cat Wolf. (Anybody can name his black cat Midnight, or Inky, or Satan, or Shadow. It takes some imagination to name him “Wolf.”) Wolf is long-haired, but he has that heavy masculine “wild cat” muzzle, possibly because he was not neutered until he was about 18 months old. So the resemblance is especially strong.

 


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: July 3, 2018, 5:19 pm

“…. orange-tinted night skies make me sad.”

Oh, I hate orange night skies. So unnatural.

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: July 3, 2018, 6:52 pm

@Durnedankee. It sure is pretty around Texarkana. But I’m a red-dirt panhandle girl, and all those tall pine trees give me the jitters after a few days 🙂 I want to see the sun on the horizon twice a day. I’d still move back to the panhandle, but when we moved the last time, Husband gave away his snow shovel and said “As God is my witness, I’ll never shovel snow again.”

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: July 3, 2018, 9:20 pm

@Deborah
You know how that goes – plenty of cleared land up/out the northern Texas way where old farmers and ranchers have passed on and the kids ain’t interested in anything but selling out.

Red dirt is fine with me (we have clay, yuk) but I’m looking for land where I can get some elevation change. I want my trees, and your horizons.
Right now all I see for sunrise is houses, and the same for sunset unless I get up out of the Trinity bottoms on the east side.

But you’re right – I grew up where there were nothing BUT trees and hills and didn’t realize how much I loved the open sky till we came back “home” from a long drive back east and got to Texarkana where the whole sky just seemed to open up in front of us. Panhandle wuz a little too flat for me though. We were up there last year camping in Palo Duro.

Happy Fourth to all.
I been told they HAVE Fourth of July in England, but for some weird reason they don’t celebrate it. Go figure.

 

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