D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

The men are back doing something to the new water supply access plates with meters that they installed a few weeks ago. Maybe this time they'll remove the trash can they left near the corner of the street, which has now accrued unwanted Sunnyvale Suns, bags of dog poop, soda cups, etc. on top of the pizza boxes, wrapping from rain ponchos, and other trash they had put in it.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The Hunt obviously rode on Sunday night. Intermittent rain and high wind all night at work - the door banged incessantly - and the temperature in the store finally got below 71 degrees (other employees keep cranking the heat up and making it a sauna). When I walked home from the bus, bits of maple trees strewed the sidewalks, and the air was brisk like autumn. But the only part of our driveway that was wet was a great fan of water from the downspout off the roof. And the high grass in the back garden looked as if water had been blown through it from a hose. So I watered my seeded beds anyway, to be sure.

D.O.P.-T.

I may be feeling better. I mowed thoroughly front and back last night, aided by that weird unseasonal long evening sun caused by the clock change. Much clover bit the dust, but I know it will come back fast, especially if we get more rain. The neighbors had done another couple of square yards of their weeds before leaving the mower out in Sunday night's storm.