All anyone’s been able to talk about for the last few days is the heat. Yes, it’s hot. In fact, it’s really hot, considering we live in Seattle. Luckily we have lots of air conditioned libraries in which people can chill out and be neighborly. I’m really enjoying meeting all of the people who don’t normally come into our buildings: so many amazed people asking if the library cards are really free and can you seriously rent more than 3 DVDs at a time?
I’ve had to tell a lot of people to put their shoes on, which is kind of a bummer. I understand it’s hot and your tootsies are feeling infringed upon, but it’s a public place. It’s a dirty public place. I wouldn’t want to put bare flesh to any surfaces, you know?
The cats are lying around like dead fish, mewing imploringly at us when we make eye contact. Gus is afraid of the fan, so there’s no use in moving it closer to him. He does, however, like to cuddle up to an ice pack, so that’s good.
The thing I’m not down with is the hot at night situation. I’m also not down with this seemingly random rash of lady assaulting – first a dude knives and rapes and kills down in South Park and then I find out a girl was sexually assaulted on my city block. This after I’ve spent weeks alone with open windows, all blasé and not caring.
Sky’s made a dinner pasta out of vegetables from our long-suffering garden. I think it’s down to 94° by now, so maybe the cats will join us for dinner.
P.S. My vacation was lovely and I’ll write about it soon, pinkie promise.
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I was under the impression that putting up with all of the cloudy, rainy weather meant that we get pleasant summers. Sheesh! I love reading your blog from time to time but I’m bad about posting comments. I shall make more of an effort, Librarisaurus Rex!