Saturday in CinCity. The Enough Already Edition.
It's really, really, really warm.
Memories of the heat wave of 1995 kind of hot.
I can't live 24/7 in an air conditioned bedroom. I have a busy, full life with things to do, places to go and people to see. Dishes to wash.
And..., our TV is in the living room, not the bedroom, so you can see my difficulty here. I am desperately seeking distraction.
I signed up to work an extra 8 hours today simply to be out of this oven of a house for a little while. That, my friends, is desperation.
Ocean's Twelve is on the Oxygen channel with some of my favorite bad boys of summer, which, with some well placed fans and a carton of
Madison's Lemon Basil sorbet, is distracting enough for an afternoon.
HoneyHaired and I are leaving later tonight for Spring Grove Cemetery and their annual Moonlight Tour. We're hoping for some spookiness with a touch of chills. Oh, bring it on. Big gusts of chills.
A Summer Night
by Kate Barnes
A summer night. The moon's face,
almost full now, comes and goes
through clouds. I can't see
any stars, but a late firefly
still flicks his green lamp on and off
by the fence.
In this light
that is more illusion
than light, I think of things
I can't make out: milkweed opening
its millions of flowerets, their heavy heads
smelling like dark honey in the night's
darkness; day lilies
crowding the ditch, their blossoms
closed tight; birds asleep with their small legs
locked on twigs; deer stealing
into the uncut hay; and the young bay mare
kneeling down in the pasture, composing herself
to rest, as rounded and strong
as a meant prayer.