We have had a couple of showers. It hasn’t been anything like the soaker we desperately need but it cleared the air.
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We had an hour’s rain this week on Tuesday, a real rain although short lived. Everybody got a drink, anyhow,
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The heat is unremitting. I set the alarm to get up early so I can get into the garden, but by a bit after nine, it’s almost too hot to continue.
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We’ve had no rain since the latter part of June.
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He is a only tiny kitten, tiny but fearless and all over the place.
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Our super kitten Shaman now owns the house. He is everyplace.
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We are in a serious drought, which often happens in July these days of climate change.
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We have named him Shaman.
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It took us all of Saturday and most of Sunday to decompress and rest from the intensive poetry workshop. This year’s group was quite accomplished and open and appreciative. They were a pleasure to work with.
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This is one of those rare weeks when I write no poems at all.
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We have a demented catbird who attacks his reflection in the windows for hours on end whenever the sun shines.
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It depends on when we measure, from June 2nd 1976 when we first got together as lovers, or June 2nd 1982, when we married.
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After 45 minutes wait and 50 minutes incoherent conversation with someone somewhere who had as much trouble understanding me as I did her, I finally got an appointment.
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It was a week for a lot of hard work in the garden.
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The unseasonably chilly weather finally broke on Thursday, and Friday I planted six six-packs of paste tomatoes in my garden, filling two of the four raised beds.
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We enjoyed our first salads of the year this week and by some time this coming week, we should be enjoying spinach as a vegetable, as opposed to a few leaves in the salads.
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It’s been unseasonably cold this week with sometimes fierce winds just about every day.
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Schwartzie thought the animal was dead. Zip, zowie! It was gone in a flash into my office.
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Last Wednesday, I performed on The Poet’s Corner a newly revised radio program on WOMR-FM.
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When my mother read my palm as I was visiting them from college, she told me I’d die between the ages of 38 and 42.
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