Some Words

If there drought isn’t over in Minnesota, it’s getting dented tonight. It’s what you might want to call ‘a for serious storm.’ I’m writing in my living room right now, and periodically every window in the house shakes, almost fast enough to generate a real pitch. It’s hard to tell thought my steamed up windows, but it looks like the storm drains are backing up, and the water is challenging the curb.

I took a quick look in the back yard, which has oscillated between parched and whithered for most of the summer. I get periodic calls from my landlord asking after the state of her grass. This should calm her down quite a bit. I’ll be happy to not have to water. Keeping a lawn green in a drought depresses me. We have better things to do with that water, and a limited supply.

And now it’s the next morning. Everything has cooled down, which is fantastic, as I’m biking in to work later, when the sun will have had a better chance to make things miserable. The GF and I just got back from a wedding in Michigan, and the house is a mess. And with that, what I’ve thought of as the summer crazy season is done. Now comes the fall and I’m going to apply for grad school. I hope to convince myself that this won’t be crazy busy too.