Summer Most Heat Moon
After coming back from the hardware and grocery stores, I cleaned our air conditioning unit coils. They get clogged up with cottonwood fluff. The fan pulling the air over the coils sucks the gray-white seed bearing plant matter onto the coils. If left on, it reduces the efficiency of the air conditioning unit considerably and can cause other problems.
Put the oil in the lawnmower, tried again to start it. Nope. Checked the manual. It goes into Beisswinger’s tomorrow. I’ll get woodchips to finish off the deck while I’m there. Those sort of things that need to get done.
I’ve been reading the Mysterious Benedict Society, volume 1, recommended by Ruth Olson. It’s not scintillating, but I can see why it’s an excellent kid’s book. It presents children as agents, effective in their own right. It also puts them into several different moral dilemmas, each difficult. The Society also captures a 10-12 year olds view of the adult world and in that serves as a good reminder to those of on the far, the very far side, of 12.
Oh, and our tunneling crew has been active. This time they’re digging right in front of the shed, a hole deep enough that when I saw Rigel in it her front shoulders were below ground. Why do they do it? No idea.
