The Happy Place

I was out doing laundry this morning and noticed I hadn’t seen Ghost in a while. Looked around and couldn’t find him – until he sat up.

Fritz, Landlady’s German Shepherd, used to do this. That was a dog that really got into Jeep rides. Ghost isn’t quite that demonstrative and I suspect he was mostly doing it because it’s warm in there, but still. He never says no to a ride.
I was taking advantage of the narrow window of sunlight on the laundry table which gets narrower the closer we come to the Solstice. I’m going to have to move the table, but resist because it’s so convenient to the front runoff ditch. All that water has to go somewhere, after all. But this spot is right between the shadows from the Lair and the powershed. Longer they get, the narrower my sunny window.

And here’s more of that synchronicity I’m always on about…All year ’round for nearly as long as I’ve lived here, I’ve worn old surplus BDU trousers. A better design for warm desert wear, there is none. But they’re not easy to find anymore at a reasonable price, and mine are wearing out. Plus, they’re kind of thin for winter.

Just a few weeks ago I was looking at how much patching my two surviving pair of Woodland BDUs need, and fretting about how I’d ever pay for new winter pants. Then along came Neighbor J, asking if I were interested in four pair of Jesse James brand work pants, heavy canvas, hardly battered at all. J and I happen to be the same size, except I’m maybe a little longer in the leg. Works out fine. They’re too thick to wear in the hot, but perfect for winter. I’ll miss the cargo pockets, but not the wind whistling through the thin fabric.