It is going to be another hot one today; yesterday narrowly missed 100 degrees.  This is very NOT the weather I came back to the Nor’west for, ok?  Strawberry plants are not supposed to curl leaves and die of HEAT here.

We open the house at night and turn on fans.  We close the house in the morning as the sun comes to each side.  We try to move less, we have movie marathons.  Cooking is a major pain and doesn’t seem worth it.  Adults can live on popsicles, right?

Watching flicks I haven’t seen in a while reminds me of things I haven’t thought about in a while.  Like the last people I watched the film with, or discussed it with—and I realize how completely able I am to ignore hints of trouble.

One film watched yesterday has a character who just cracks me up, he is so typically all brawn, no brain male.  Hilariously so.  And I really like the character.  I had a friend who really disliked the character.  And it hit me yesterday as some of the comments made by said friend came back to me, that she actually rather looked down on me FOR liking this character.  Apparently, I am very crude to have affection for such a type?  Ah, that trying to be oh so refined and keep that little finger in the air over the teacup will just get you every time, won’t it?  Pretentions.  Yeah, deal breakers in friendships.

I couldn’t sleep last night.  Too hot and I was restless with worry over garden plants.  And wondering what I am missing because I don’t want to see it.  I like being a hermit.  Keeping people away from me is restful compared to watching to see when you need to slam a door shut in a hurry!

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