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Today's walkies was almost entirely fellow dog walkers; all of us keeping carefully away from each other except one guy walking with his English bulldog (?) and obliviously engrossed in a phone call; he let the dog off the leash when they came to the playing field, and I think the poor thing lost its chew toy at the side of the path on the way there, but I was unable to attract the man's attention to point to it.
The ground under all the hornbeams was littered with little catkins brought down by the rain yesterday and during the night. The weather continues unsettled, and I've become convinced the forecasters aren't actually forecasting, but looking out the window (presumably via webcam) and reacting. Both yesterday and today, for example, the forecast has switched from "chance of showers" to "mostly sunny" after the day dawned sunny, then oops, it's gone cloudy and threatening after all ... it makes it hard to decide what to wear, and I turn out to have mowed on the only possible day. On the other hand, I can wear low-cut tops and those pets have put holes in, because nobody is supposed to get close enough in the park or the street to be titillated or shocked. And I've supported The Workingman's Emporium in San Jose with an order for new "weekend" dungarees, since they turned out to do mail-order (Silicon Valley, I should have known; they even have a virtual tour of the store via Google).
The ground under all the hornbeams was littered with little catkins brought down by the rain yesterday and during the night. The weather continues unsettled, and I've become convinced the forecasters aren't actually forecasting, but looking out the window (presumably via webcam) and reacting. Both yesterday and today, for example, the forecast has switched from "chance of showers" to "mostly sunny" after the day dawned sunny, then oops, it's gone cloudy and threatening after all ... it makes it hard to decide what to wear, and I turn out to have mowed on the only possible day. On the other hand, I can wear low-cut tops and those pets have put holes in, because nobody is supposed to get close enough in the park or the street to be titillated or shocked. And I've supported The Workingman's Emporium in San Jose with an order for new "weekend" dungarees, since they turned out to do mail-order (Silicon Valley, I should have known; they even have a virtual tour of the store via Google).