Saturday, July 30, 2016
There is this thing about snakes that I had forgotten. My mind told me that the snake was dead, but when the two parts began to slowly writhe, my eyes screamed like Dr. Frankenstein, "It's alive!" Reflexes continued to fire for some time and Snake moved periodically the entire time until I could get Inga down and out and bash Snake a few more good whacks. It wouldn't be an understatement to say I was hypervigilant the rest of the morning. I took Snake out of the pen on my way to the house to leave as breakfast for the vultures.
Week One of radiation done. Only fifteen more days to go!
Late in the afternoon when the deck was in shade, Bess and I went out to water the stricken plants. I was working my way down the rail when suddenly the hose ran dry. What the heck?! Had a pipe broken somewhere and the well run dry? All sorts of dire thoughts ran through my head as I went in to try the faucet in the kitchen. Nothing. Aaargh. Only then did I notice that the power was out, and had probably been out for some time. The pressure tank needs electricity to pump to the house, duh. Still better than a broken pipe, and I've learned to count my blessings. The power came back after a couple of hours and once again all was right in my world.
Let's just say it was an unusual day.