We are having a bit of a heat wave. Although warmer than I like, it’s endurable. The highest temperature so far is 32 C here in the bush. This kind of weather encourages people to escape the houses where they have isolated for so long. Finally greeting friends, the kiddies joyfully romping with their playmates; it’s much safer when done outside.
I’m the winter lover, remember? (Does that make me a snowflake?) So last autumn when one of our clients decided to empty the warehouse where his deceased parents had stored their belongings, I jumped at the chance to procure 5 oscillating floor ventilators (fans), all gently used, and they are presently spread throughout my house, usually with one of my beasts lying in direct contact of the flowing air. If it becomes unbearable we can always go down into the presently unoccupied apartment where it is much cooler.
Things are slowly opening up in the area, and the Covid cases are increasing, as is to be expected. Many people are reacting like a chained dog when he’s set free; gung ho, scrambling here and there with little or no precautions, although they have been warned time and again that the virus has not magically disappeared. I saw a quip on Facebook that read “You can’t fix stupid, and it seems you can’t quarantine it either”. It’s no longer a ‘boomer’s’ disease, is it? Reports are saying the victims are now mostly aged 35 and younger.
Fortunately my family are careful, especially with me. My son did remark that if they stood to inherit lots of money they would maybe hug me decently but, seeing that it would be more trouble than it’s worth taking care of the animals, emptying my house of its ‘stuff’, paying my debts, they have agreed to keep me safe for as long as possible. Little does he know I’m calling the notary and naming him the executor (which he would hate) of my will after that little comment!
It’s 7 AM, perfect to sit out on the gallery with my coffee, listening to the birds and the crowing of the feisty rooster owned by a neighbor, watching the beasts sniff out whatever dared invade their yard last night, and the hummingbirds flitting to breakfast at their feeder. Like Ceil, I’ve a to-do list for the day, and now my busy-body parrot is calling for me to get at it, and the first and most important item on that list is to give her immediate attention! She’s a noisy creature, but she makes me SMILE, and as usual, I’m sharing that out with you folks. A feather with that?
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC.
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 