Yesterday, I jumped to the top of a closet, chased the dust bunnies that live up there, then leapt down and scampered away.The bipeds were impressed that I didn’t limp. (Bipeds are easily amused and impressed.)
Here, I demonstrate my flexibility, using the broken leg to scratch. See that mop? Well, it annoyed me, so I attacked it. I won!
It can get pretty noisy around here, what with those stupid dogs next door and children yelling. But the other night, we heard a different noise. Lots of popping and loud bangs.Man! Our ears were twitchin’ fierce. Dinah grabbed her camera and ran outside.
Apparently, it’s called fireworks and there was rather a lot of it, down at the beach. We thought it was hardly worth the bother!
Dinah says I can finish this later;she wants to go somewhere to look at paintings…
Well, Sporran has wandered off so I might as well add my bit.
Spent an enjoyable day yesterday, cruising around in my air-conditioned car with a friend and taking in some near-local art shows.
One was a little less “local” than intended – we took a wrong turn and had to drive a fair distance up the steep range before I found somewhere to turn ’round. Oh well…it was an interesting “extra!”
OK…all you folks in the Arctic zone might want to skip this…
You’ll notice I highlighted the bit about my air-conditioned car? Well, believe me, if I did not have that facility I would not have ventured out yesterday. The official reading was 31 deg Celsius, but inland (where we were) it must have been several degrees higher. And with a seering northerly. Have I mentioned that I do not like high temperatures?
This tangle of vines on a palm in front of the living room obscures my view of…
…this. Cassia fistula
Ahh! But when all those buds open … The poor tree is somewhat misshapen as the huge Royal Palm fronds “lean” on its branches when they drop. And at around 15 to 20 feet from the ground and weighing a lot more than moi…moi is not inclined to scramble up a wobbly ladder to remove them.
This Adenium obesum rewarded me with flowers this year, after sulking last year when something with BIG CLUMSY FEET flattened it.
Locals call it “Desert Rose.” Another case of confusing common nomenclature as I know Desert Roses as that crystal structure you find in…well, in deserts.
This is a web picture of a Saharan “desert rose.”
Actually, that’s gypsum and if my shaky third form chemistry holds up, I think it’s something like this: Ca SO4 2H2O. But wiki might be more accurate!
My white one has sisters in red and pink.
UPDATE 24 hours later… the flowers were stripped by the hot, fierce wind that has not abated for 3 days… don’t even ask what this did to the lettuces!
I still have those dust bunnies to deal with…