Yup, it’s July. This past weekend has been an exercise in waiting for the sun to go down.
One factor contributing to Tobie’s newfound acceptance of Jeep rides is that it’s the only way he can leave the cabin in mid-day without physical pain…
We had to give up afternoon walkies of any substantial length because the heat of the sand on his paws drove him to frantic rebellion. “I’m sitting right here in the shade of this juniper for the rest of my life and there’s nothing you can do about it! Just deliver my meals here from now on.”
This sort of thing used to be one of the crosses I willingly if grumblingly bore as the price of living in what is in most other respects an extreme introvert’s paradise. If you want to live in a place that normal people avoid, expect downsides.
Ah! But this summer, thanks to Landlady’s
obstinate persistant labor and expense, there’s a new luxury that makes it all so much less unpleasant…
You don’t know (until you explore all the wrong ways, which we did) how much it takes to achieve an actual townie shower with our nonexistent electrical and heating infrastructure and unbelievably hard well water. But having achieved it – well. Except that I lived without them (mostly) happily for the past fifteen years I am almost tempted to add Real Townie Showers to electricity, indoor plumbing, and thermostats on my list of gadgets that aren’t strictly necessary for life but almost may as well be, because they’re each such improvements to life.