D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

It only reached 64 degrees yesterday; it was supposed to have been 85. I should have worn long sleeves, and am today; latest high is 67 and it's still dark like in an eclipse, maybe a smidgen less so than yesterday but the forecast amount of particulates for tomorrow is dire, 132 AQI. I didn't walk the dog or water yesterday; the back yard is still dank from Tuesday night's watering and is sprouting toadstools, so I'm not sure what I'll do for watering this evening (I'd normally run a sprinkler in the front yard in addition to hand watering back and sides), but I plan to walk the dog. At least Mama Violet and some kittens braved the gloom and came to eat today. Yesterday I just glimpsed some very skittish kittens in the dusk and then had to bring in the kibble because a raccoon had trodden in the water bowl and was devouring the kibble. They are fearless.




Taken at 9:43 yesterday, facing roughly east

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[dubhain]

There are towns in Oregon I used to drive through, when working, that simply don't exist, anymore. Eugene's AQI has been in the 400-500 range. I'm worried sick about people I know, in Oregon.

Meanwhile, here in Central Florida, it's been pouring, and the windows rattling, with thunder.

[weofodthignen]

Before I forget, please say hi to the Thunderer for me?

Yes, we've mostly lost a couple of little towns but we've had wildfires before, and some badasses defied orders and saved their own little streets in the Santa Cruz mountains (although they may have prevented water-drops in so doing); I understand up in Oregon it's previously been too wet for this to happen, but I regret yet again how parochial the SF Chronicle tends to be.

I've been wondering how you both were, and I hope your friends in Oregon are all ok :-(.

[dubhain]

Before I forget, please say hi to the Thunderer for me?

Next we have Thunder, and I remember, I certainly will. (The memory issues make it chancy to promise "Next storm.")

We're doing. Hurting, more than usual, and watching the Atlantic warily for signs of a hurricane that might head our way. Worrying about folks on the West coast. Watching the fire maps.

The Cattens have discovered that we can be told to do things, by screaming at us, repeatedly until we do them. There has been much negotiation as to ranks and roles in the sisterhood — usually in the form of mad zooming about the house until something has been decided. (I don't understand it. It's Cat. I simply report it.) Jack insists it's breakfast time, when she decides it is, and will not let us rest until we're in the kitchen and coffee is brewing in the vacuum pot. Penny comes in and screams at me to GTFO, and turn the light off, when she decides trelana should go to bed. I think Evie found it difficult to maintain her place as dominant feline, for a bit. But that's all been settled, now. Jack has priority, when we're at table, and when trelana is sitting on the bed with me. Penny just ignores whatever Evie says, usually, but gives place, eventually. Evie seems to accept this, although she doesn't much like the new adjustments to protocol and precedence. She (Evie) continues to judge my sparkleball throws, severely. Oh, and they all have decided they adore the current cat treats (Greenies, Dental, Tuna flavor.) Jack will probably demand I 'nip them, within the next day or two. She's usually the household stoner. She claims 'nip makes her hips not hurt so much.