Nothing on a Saturday morning toward the end of summer in These titles mean nothing.

Messenger and other chat type places are funny in that what you type there disappears as soon as you close the window. You can set it to save to a history of your chat but to me that is creepy, Maybe if it were like security cameras in stores and banks and saved on a limited continuous tape to that you could go back to what you said half an hour ago that might be ok.

Reason I bring this up is that I just typed a bunch of Saturday morning on the deck observations into a messenger window with the idea in the back of my mind of copying them and bringing them here and then I closed the window and now they are gone.

Like Lucy of the original I Love Lucy, I am caught with my hand stuck in the mail box trying to get the embarrassing or incriminating letter back after I mailed it. This time it's not embarrassing or incriminating but I've done them in my time too.

(Disclaimer:
I realize that nothing you do on a computer is every really 'gone' but I pity the poor spies who come looking for me and for most of us. The good/bad stuff is pretty well buried in the boring. They would have to be pretty motivated and I always figure luck is on my side. I've been lucky so far... I think.)

This is not a reconstruction. I won't tell you what I had for dinner last night, though it was good and it had sunflower seeds in the salad. I will tell you what this piece of time right now is like.

It's a minute after 8 am and I'm on the deck in my robe and flip flops. I've bathed and washed my hair. It's gray and soft - the weather now - and moist and full of assorted bird sounds. Hans and Gracie are around. Hans at my feet, Gracie off doing Gracie business. The pigeons I'm glad are back even if they are flying rats, are cooing. I see one at the very end of the barn's ridge line - like a high diver contemplating his next move. The pigeons own the barn now. Two just flew from the roof down and into the partially open from doors.

The great walnut trees of the yard are presiding over the fairly well mowed lawn. There are a few yellow leaves on the grass. We've had rain this week - an inch and a half - and it's changed the atmosphere. We are humid and mornings are foggy. It was hot yesterday - 92 in the shade - said the thermometer on the north side of the house.

My deck flowers are iffy, some better than others. I was not consistent with Miracle-Gro application German ivy and the begonia that has to bloom are lush, but the geraniums are so so. If I cut off seed heads the remaining blooms would show to better advantage.

Maybe I could persuade the grandchildren to do that. I'm never much good at getting labor out of them. I seem to lack the Tom Sawyer - painting this fence is so much fun that I will let you share - facility.

The hay mower and the M are within view between the deck and the barn. Hay mower is red and massive in a minor way with a complex tongue and power take off leading into where the cars would park if there were any cars. The M is snugged up to the younger of the walnuts. It's pointed downhill to use stored up gravity instead of a charged battery when next the motor starts.

Hans for the life of him appears to be smelling the begonia blossoms. And now the evergreens. Hans listens when you talk to him. Gracie will if she thinks food is involved, but Hans is genuinely curious about what you have to say about and to him. Hans is a city dog, all full of civilization. I had had hopes of polishing Gracie a bit, making her into a dog you could take places. She and I had signed up for a training class the first spring we had her but then I got my second shift job at the beer sign place and Gracie and I had to give up our hopes of civilizing her.

Buick is in town getting a new muffler. If Jim would get up - he was out last night too, and got home later - I'd see if he were willing to go get it now. I would stop at the bank and maybe buy Will and me some more grapes. Peaches? A watermelon? Of course that means I need to get dressed. That seems like work too.

Anyway it's Saturday and Saturday's are good days. Enjoy yours!

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I'm too lazy to find the camera and take an atmospheric shot of the pigeons in the barn roof or of Hans on the deck but I found a couple of flower pics.

Pink snapdragons and a yellow poppy.

Last updated August 24, 2014