Some random thoughts, as it is too hot to put together anything concise…
Yesterday, partially because it WAS so hot, I went to see The Bourne Ultimatum. Now, regular readers know this is not really my kind of movie. I’m more of the chick flick, rom-com, tearjerker type. But. I have to say, this was JUST what I needed. Quick and intense and loud and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I didn’t even want to get up to go to the ladies room, for fear of missing something, which, when you’re almost nine months pregnant, is serious dedication. If you’re in the mood for some serious escapism (as well as some so-close-you-feel-like-an-airbag’s-going-to-deploy-in-your-face car crashes) this is the movie for you.
So I have this plastic owl that I bought a few months back to scare away other owls, and hawks, from my pond. I honestly believe that it’s working, at least somewhat, as we still do have fish, which were rapidly dwindling before I got it. This morning, though, I looked out at the pond to see it was lying on its side, as if it had been struck, or knocked over. Kind of eerie, right? Maybe they’re onto me. When you live in the country, you really have to wonder what goes on in your yard at night. The mind boggles.
I was just listening to the BBC news on my local NPR station, getting the latest on North Korea, when they cut in for a time-temp update. They always play little snippets of music in the background, and this time it was…Pink Floyd. “Shine on You Crazy Diamond.” Maybe it is the heat, but hearing this behind the announcer talking about the heat and an upcoming pledge drive was just surreal. Maybe I just listened to it too much in high school, but for me, Pink Floyd requires proper context. It’s just WEIRD to hear it at nine-ish am, under such normal, day to day circumstances. Something tells me Owen Armstrong would not approve.
You know you’re in trouble when they say, all casual, over that Floyd, “It’ll be in the low hundreds today.” Good God. I’m going to buy popsicles.