Who knows why these are called the dog days of summer? 🙋🏼♀️ if you don’t know, or are curious, here’s a quick recap–and no, it has nothing to do with hot days and dogs melting into the puddles all lazy and stuff due to the heat. Between July 3 and August 11 (the “official” dog days of summer), the Sun occupies the same space as Sirius, which is the brightest star in the sky and rises and sets with the sun. Y’all might recognize that Sirius is called the Dog Star because it’s part of the Canis Major,, the Greater Dog. The Romans believed that the heat Sirius gives off adds to that of the sun when they are in close proximity. FYI, on July 23, the Sun and Sirius are in conjunction. And that, boys and girls, is our astronomy lesson for the day.
It’s hot. It’s sooo hot I don’t want to do a darn thing. Luckily, the temps cooled slighily on Saturday–at least during the morning–so we headed up north to watch Stormy play soccer. ALL the kids (and quite a few parents) were dragging because of the humidity. Stormy made a goal and then blocked a few when he played goalie. They have a good coach and this league is very positive and takes lots of water breaks. I’m not sure who won, but since they are second graders and none of them will be recruited for World Cup soccer, not sure it really maters. The Kids left shortly after for a quick vacation to St. Louis. They have tickets to the Cardinals. I’m a little jealous, but it’s still hot, and yes, I might melt if I have to sit out in the sun. The good thing (of them, anyway) about Baseball Boy being a high school teacher is they always have babysitters and house/dog sitters. Two sisterxz are staying at their house to take care of Dozer the Belgian Malinois.
Have I mentioned I love fried cat fish? I do, Harold. I really, really do. (Don’t ask. That’s a phrasae that goes back to my college days and you would have had to have been there to understand what it means and why it makes me laugh.)
Our Ring doorbell app sends out weird alerts sometimes. I get a “There’s a PERSON at your front door” when someone walks down the street, 40 feet away. It ignores the cauldron of cats, the stray Papillion, the possum, and the raccoons. When the skunk shows up? “There’s a PERSON at your front door.” 🙄 So far, I’ve picked up no serious paranormal activity but I keep hoping.
I gave blood yesterday. I try to give every 8-12 weeks. Jake went with me again. New supervisory guy was there today and he wanted a pic of Jake. It’s amazing how often people want to see him. You can check out the Stuff and Nonsesne tab up there at the top to see pics of the critters. Excpet for Pete. I haven’t added Pistol Pete the Garage Cat yet. I only have a couple of pics and they’re nothing to write home about.
Why yes, I am refusing to discuss writing. Whay to you ask?
Moving on. Today is WallyWorld day for groceries unless I have another bad night. Boone was in his “Looking for the Wardrobe to Narnia” search mode last night. He kept LG and I both up. In. Out. Trying to get there from the shower, the closet, behind the bed, all four corners in the family room… Poor old dude. Anyway, if I’m dragging and it’s hot early, I’ll probably proscrastinate. I’m also going to fight against the lethargy of these blased dog days and you know…work for my living. Dang book ain’t gonna revise itself. On that note, time to decide if I’m going to have to people today. What about y’all? Do you have to people today? And how was your weekend?