It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon and it's still over ninety degrees fahrenheit (32.22 C) inside my house in the shade. I guess Summer isn't gonna wait three more weeks before it becomes insufferable. That's fine with me. I prefer to live in a place that has four distinct seasons. The line is a little blurred here. We have moderate winters and the spring and fall come early and run long.
I got your postcard. Very sweet. I hope things are going well in Montana. That's a very strange place to be, but apparently some people like it. The way I read it, Montana only has two seasons. Hot and not.
I got the digital converter for the TV installed now for a while. When the reception is good, it's very good, and when it's not it's horrid. I like the multi-casting. If that's what's it's called. Particularly with PBS. Besides the BBC, they also have a German station that seems to perform about the same service as the Beeb. I just watched a Charlie Rose Show with George Wills in the early afternoon. I like being able to watch different programs at different times of the day. Conservatives are so predictable. They got no sense of adventure.
It's six o'clock now and the temperature is still over ninety degrees. I watered and fertilized my new fig bush this afternoon. It hasn't been looking so hot. The leaves seems to be shrinking. I don't know if the fertilizer is what it needs, but it got it anyway. I don't care much about what's happening above the ground presently. It's the root system that matters. I probably need to find some information about how to treat new fig trees to satisfy myself I've done what I could.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
