97 Degrees!: The Garden Is Flourishing, the Writer Is Melting

The dogs are melting as well. Turning into limp puddles of fur on the front porch, in the shade, of course.

We DON'T get 97 degree weather in Seattle (well, obviously we do, but very rarely), so we're not prepared for it. No airconditioning, for example. I may have to spend the rest of the day in my car, which has AC, or at the movies, ditto.

To add to my woes, my keyboard has something under it that keeps sliding around, causing one key after another to jam. Today it's the N, which is making my writing life difficult. I know the keyboard lifts up, I'm just not sure how to lift it without breaking it. This may be a job for Older Son, who generally solves my computer problems for me.

So, a short post today. I want to put up some garden photos--I have zucchini already, and tiny tomatoes comig along, also berries (I first thought they were raspberries, but I was wrong, they are boysonberries. Delicious. I covered them with netting to keep GB, the golden retriever, from eating them, but he's still managed to get a few).

And I covered my nashi, Japanese pear-apples, with nylon stockings, which I never wear anymore anyway, to keep the pests off. Turns out I have 13 little nashi on the tree. It looks ridiculous, and a bit obscene, but it is a pesticide-free solution.

Nashi are just about my favorite fruit, so well worth the trouble.

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[Jeanne]

4:49 P.M. update. Back from my ocologist appt. Too hot to write about that right now, I'll try to get to it this evening.

It is 94 degrees, at almost 5 P.M. The dogs are lying on the floor in front of the fan. I've been giving them ice cubes. I am drinking Diet Coke floats. (I'm on my second one, hence the plural, "floats.") Yum.