Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Here's how uneventful it has been this August. I got nothing to say other than it's still hot and I'm still sweating.
I've had my head buried in books. This month I've laughed my way through Europe with Bill Bryson reading Neither Here Nor There. Had a most interesting discussion with my book club regarding The Submission. Lived in NYC and the Dominican Republic with the wonderful Oscar Wao, and relished the short stories of Edith Pearlman in Honeydew.
I'm currently in Beirut with An Unnecessary Woman.
As for my television watching, Deadliest Catch has concluded their season. Jeopardy is on hiatus. American football has yet to begin (and the Green Bay Packers have lost Jordy Nelson. Sigh.) My next up Netflix disc will begin the third season of The Newsroom and I've received a recommendation for Death in Paradise, a British venture filmed in Guadeloupe that I can stream.
I'm clinging to my hammock, the AC, and the end of summer as long as I can for once Labor Day passes I must resurface and join the world. Maybe.
This litany of my August actions has thrilled you beyond measure, I'm sure.
Forthwith is my August Scavenger Hunt brought to you by the lovely Greenthumb. Go visit her in Australia at her blog Made with Love
The August List
Whatever I Want
|Guess who I saw on my walk today?|
|Okay, our fence is still horizontal to the ground. It just has a challenging path.|
|Nothing like a good old game of Scrabble.|
|You got your purple flowers, your variety of green water plants and your pond scum. Diversity.|
|Yup, might be a little rough falling into that.|
|I think this magnolia blossom would make a lovely bow.|
|End of day and a reprieve from the heat. Time to jump in the lake and float in the moonlight.|
|...forgotten in the fridge.|
|Blues on the Green. Used to be a small affair in Austin, Texas. Few hundred people. This night? Over 30,000.|
|Once upon a time, I would have considered this a colorless photo. But as I gaze at it now, the white, silver, black and varied shades of brown -- colors I used to not consider colors -- are most beautiful.|
So, okay how about this for colorless.
|I'm certain some do-gooder French Impressionist or a large-hatted Dutch Master could find color in this. Not me. Although...|
|My duck friend giving me a kiss.|
Whatever I Want
|Please, Julie? I promise I won't come back for an hour if you give me just a tad more catfood. See, I'm just very gently resting my beak on your leg.|
And that is as creative as this August Scavenger can muster. Hope you are all doing well. What have you been reading and watching this summer?