Friday, July 20, 2007

It's amazing how localized weather conditions can be. The difference the 20-minute drive into Montpelier made this morning: moving from gray, drizzly skies to patches of blue, sunlight beginning to shine through. From wet ground, damp pavement to dry sidewalks and streets. The return trip reversed the experience, clear skies and abundant sunshine giving way to overcast, darkening clouds, rain starting up and pelting down here on the hill. For a while anyway. Happily, drier, sunnier, more user-friendly conditions slowly followed, edging gradually in. Skies not completely cleared, but enough to remind me the difference sunlight can make to my frame of mind, lightening my mood instantly.

Waiting in my mailbox when I returned: a large envelope from a major retailer containing VALUABLE FREE INFORMATION and a SPECIAL OFFER FOR HOMEOWNERS ONLY. Sears wants me to give me a FREE estimate (with NO Obligation! No Payments, No Interest until July 2008*)(*be sure to read the fine print) on vinyl siding for my home so I can Enjoy "Never Paint Again" Beauty!** (**Read fine print re: asking a Sears representative about limited warranty details.). That is so not going to happen.

Local farm stands are selling their own produce, along with flowering plants at plunging prices. Birds continue to sing, though not as intensely, some having made it through the second fledging, now taking a breather in the few weeks between family-raising and the migration south. A local oil company technician will show up during the afternoon to make nice with the house's furnace, give it a tune-up, leave it ready for the coming heating season -- not that far off in this part of the world.

And tomorrow the western world gets its last Harry Potter fix. I hear and read about the growing pre-release frenzy with a slight smile. I'll read the series' last installment and will likely appreciate it, but the event will come and go, the days will slip by, other milestones will appear and pass. Which doesn't make any of it less interesting, less fun. I do love the ongoing pageant, or at least I do if pick through it and choose where to train my attention. Some of it is wonderfully silly (the recent hilarious 'news' story about a growing wave of lesbian gangs), some of it is just wonderful (summer in Vermont, in all its rain-sodden beauty).

And it all passes.


EspaƱa, te echo de menos.

rws 12:45 PM [+]

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