It’s the kind of day that makes you give up on things. So many to-dos that I to-didn’t. Like staking my cuke containers and the tomatoes out back. Or setting my crowded beets free and giving my carrots some room to grow. I got halfway to planting a mysterious squash that had appeared unexpectedly among my container sage – and only this by putting my neighbor friend’s kids to work (while we kicked back with coffee & tarts – this is, after all, what parenting is about, right?). And, on the advice of a very sage fellow reveler, I finally decided I am NOT going to use those Triscuit card seeds. They kinda freak me out. Does anyone else think that there is probably something a tad toxic in the gum that holds the cardboard seed card together? And hasn’t Nabisco confused most its constituents who think someone stole the seed card since it looks just like part of their cracker box?
Yes, it was that kind of day: hot, humid, with too much something in the air, making hay fever go haywire, making a person delirious, and not in the good Prince circa 1983 kind of a way.
There is the good. I learned that the City is providing seeds and something else I imagine for garden growing in the projects, but only the old folks are doing it. There is the bad. There was an armed mugging just a couple blocks down from me in regular daylight (wasn’t broad but it was only 9 pm). Then there is the ugly.
Like the duck. This was the kind of day that makes me want to choke the duck. There is a toy that found its way to my house within the past year. It is a grubby-looking matted hair whitish-grayish looking duck that my dog sometimes loves and sometimes ignores. And when you squeeze that duck at just one particularly hard to find spot on its creepy arm-like wing, it sometimes rolls its head and sings, “It ain’t gonna rain no more no more, it ain’t gonna rain no more,,,how in the heck can I wash my neck when it ain’t gonna rain no more?” The duck seems to move itself. I put it one place, I find it in another (and this is on days when my dog is being lazy and secluding herself on the cool comfort of the basement floor). I heard it on level balance that even farmers lately are weirded out by the non-weather “weather” we’ve been having — that they think it’s gonna rain then it doesn’t. That all signs say go – the animals doing their little scatter or whatever it is dance, the leaves turning upside down, then nothing. Not a drop. I took my clothes off the line tonight, put them in a bag, still damp, because I was CERTAIN it was gonna rain (and I, remember, grew up in rural Wisconsin – I do like to think I know weather). Several hours later, it still was just doing the threatening cloud looking thing in the sky, and now those clothes are back on the line. And this duck keeps looking at me ominously, just waiting to sing.
QUESTION: is the sky falling? (Cuz if it is I gotta go get my clothes off the line).
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