Saturday, June 12, 2010

Saturday night rain

Sitting on the porch listening to the rain, thunder rumbling in the distance, cats wandering from the house to the porch and back to urge me to come to bed so they can settle in all around me.  I just heard footsteps on the road.  I wonder who would be walking in the rain late in the evening.  From the steady, unhurried pace I'd surmise they were enjoying the walk on this pleasantly cool night.  Lights are on in Gail's house, but I think she's a night person anyway.  Bob's bathroom night light is on.  No other lights are visible.

I don't know why the sound of rain is so calming to me.  Maybe because I'm an Aquarius, the water bearer.  No matter, I'd rather listen than analyze anyway.

The steps are back.  They sound female.  They are gone again, disappearing quickly rather than fading, almost like she left the ground.  Fireflies flickering now, though it's still raining softly.  It's June so this qualifies as a summer rain even though we're more than a week away from the solstice.  I like summer rains.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Settled in at Home

On this lovely evening, I sit on my porch listening to a birdsong.  I am not a birder so I don't know who is making the mellow music for my evening, but I surely appreciate it.  May was another one of those months spent mostly away from home.  It was great spending time with our grandson Nick, but it's good to be back in New Paltz watching the sunset from the porch with two of our cats.

The tragedy in the gulf just keeps on keeping on.  It seems that finally BP cut the pipe that's been dangling down there for a month-and-a-half.  Every person I talked to in Louisiana, who had any experience with oil was angry that they hadn't cut the pipe.  You gotta wonder why it took them so long.  So much damage already done.  So sad.