Day 181
It’s a good thing I’m not a bird … because if the early bird gets the worm, I’d surely have died of starvation by now.
I’m more of an owl or an owlet as I’m one who stays up … a night owl.
It’s hot again … has been for a couple of days. We had a nice respite and then we zipped back up to the upper 90’s. Too bad. It’s just too hot. I forgot to water my lawn, again, tonight … it’s crispy. I think if I were to walk on it – it would sound like a bowl of Rice Krispies. Not good.
However, krispy treats ARE good. Think I’ll have to make me some!
I went to the concert in the park tonight. It was Frank Sinatra night tonight. I’m not a big fan of Frank … but thought I’d recognize some tunes and enjoy the music. It had cooled down by the time the concert started and though muggy I thought it would be nice to get out. I settled in on my bench and some guy started singing … badly. Darn it anyway! Some guy who thought he sounded like Frank (but didn’t) was singing some song that he claimed to be one of Frank’s famous tunes … but I didn’t recognize it. Same thing with song #2.
Song #3 brought a woman onto the stage … or maybe it was a guy in drag … I was pretty far away and from what I saw, it could have been either. She/he started singing what I know for a FACT to be a song that the 5th Dimension sang. It was NOT anything Frank. I left in the middle of that one. Bummer.
Sad news today … Donna, the oldest living Nile hippo in captivity was euthanized due to her debilitating arthritis. She was 61! Hippos live to be up to 40 years old in the wild … and not more than 50 in captivity. So, given those statistics, she lived a long and happy hippo life at the Mesker Park Zoo in Evansville, Indiana. (They even threw her yearly birthday parties!) When I was little I loved everything HIPPO. I was a hippo-nut! I still have several of my treasured hippo trinkets and it’s probably why I have pugs. I couldn’t have a pygmy hippo so these chunk-babies are the next best thing!
Cinderella … besides being a good thing I’m not a bird … it’s also a good thing I’m not Cinderella. Prince Charming would never find me to put that glass slipper on my foot because I’d never make it home before midnight and I’d be the pumpkin sitting, forlornly, on the side of the road and he’d walk right past thinking I was a leftover piece of produce that had fallen off someone’s cart going to market.
And in thinking that … I am totally WRONG. Cinderella didn’t turn into a pumpkin (as I’ve long thought) … it was her coach that turned back into a pumpkin! (Her groomsmen turned back into mice. and her dress into tatters.) How weird … all these years I told the kids that they had to be in bed by midnight or they’d turn into pumpkins! What was I thinking?!
Cicadas … they do not sleep. I don’t have any proof and yet I’m sure of it because they sing ALL THE TIME. The are constant singers. I’ll wake up at 4 am (after being asleep for 20 minutes) and I’ll still hear them! Except for the night a storm rolled through … I was awake on the couch listening to the cicadas singing and marveling that they were still up and at it and thought the only time they probably stopped was for a tornado. And in the next instant the singing STOPPED and there was absolute SILENCE. We didn’t have a tornado but it certainly freaked me out!