Everything's wilting in the heat: humans, cats, garden. The annuals are particularly prone to sudden death despite careful daily waterings. The violets and alyssum are fried, and the hosta doesn't look so good. I've gone to a second watering in the evening, and am keeping a close eye on my new roses. Meanwhile, we eat popsicles at every opportunity as the quickest way to cool down.
June looks busy when I glance at my calendar. Two shows (Rent and Contact), out of town visitors, and a big local party for the Solstice take up three out of four weekends. I feel happy at the thought of so much going on, oddly enough. I usually hate being busy, but this is energizing me. I'm adding more, too. I've scheduled three sessions with a personal trainer in June, trying to get my routine established so I can capitalize on my initial enthusiasm. This weekend I will spend a few hours helping Denise get her web site up and running. We've tried to get to it before, but our time together typically devolves into drinking beer in the garden and talking about everything under the sun. Lots of fun, but obviously inefficient. No beer this weekend, only coffee and HTML.
Part of my contentment is having settled the school issue. I hadn't realized how much that was hanging over me. Part of my good mood is weather. I like sun and heat when it's not accompanied by life-draining humidity. Part of my peacefulness comes from healing the grief of losing my dog. I still miss her painfully at times, but most of the time now when I bring up something she did or the way she looked it's like talking about an absent friend. Part of my joy comes from being surrounded by wonderful friends and amusing acquaintances who can be relied on for love, entertainment, understanding, and comfort.
The whole of it is liking myself, my life, my world. Except for that Bush guy.
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