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| candy roaster squash, yesterday |
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| candy roaster squash, today |
The weather broke today, thank goodness and all the gods.
The past week has been very hot and stultifyingly humid, both day and night.
A/C cranking. Three fans in the house instead of the usual two, so Piper could have her own fan at night. By the third day of higher than 90 percent humidity, I had turned on the industrial-strength fans in the barns.
After morning chores which left me dripping sweat no matter slowly I moved - and believe me, I can move slowly - I sought respite in my spa.
My spa is an inflatable tub that you might think looks like a toddler wading pool in the shape of a bathtub, but it's NOT. It's a SPA. It says so right on the box.
Piper doesn't like it.
Here is the look on Piper's face when I am in the spa:
If you look closely, you'll see that Piper's concern at my insanely dangerous behavior does not interfere with her enjoying a good roll in the leaves.
There is a sort of cover that zips up across the top (another indication that this is not just some flimsy toy paddling pool, oh no), which helps if a person or an adventurous little cat requires a surface.
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| Moxie could tell right away that it's a spa. Let the self-care begin! |
A couple of times, I painted the scenery:
Once, I worked on a sock:
But today, this gloriously clear and fresh and fabulous day, all the windows in the house were open again and working outdoors was a pleasure. And Ms. Piper could enjoy rolling in the leaves without the nagging concern in the back of her mind:
if a human melts away into water and never come out again,
who will open the cans of food?
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