At our regular night-walk park, we saw from afar two people practicing fire batons. I so wanted to go near them and watch. It was beautiful. Both the lines that fire made in the darkness, and the movement of the people.

Due to some stupid ordering mistakes on my end, I have two new summer hats now. I won’t be returning either one of them because I like them both. It’s good to be an adult sometimes. I can do an unreasonable thing like this and nobody scolds me.

I wish this heat would just quit.

Our friend P.M. is leaving this town to go back to her home country in a week and half. Ever since she decided to leave, people have been trying to spend more time with her, and she has been making an effort to do the same with everybody. It has been impossible to get a hold of her if you try to have any 1:1 time.

That’s what little V said to P. “Throw the ball at me!”. Since the ball was quite light and squishy soft, P complied. V sat there and smiled and took the ball on her forehead and asked for more.

A friend of mine, with his girlfriend, purchased a 100-year old house in the town of Medford a while ago. Since then, they have been working on the house, every weekend. Medford (pronounced “Meffa” by the locals) is a blue collar town and they scored this humongous house with a humongous backyard for an unbelievable price.

It was as if the sky was celebrating the end of the week. Those were some amazing colors.

A penguin and my Shiba Inu. The wooden penguin is a one of the Xmas gifts from P. Isn’t it cool?

All those frequent heat waves are turning the leaves on the trees and on the ground brown. Walking around in the parks visually feels like an autumn walk, except that I suffer from the heat and humidity and am soaking wet by the end of the walk.

I expected them to be a bit younger. Such a muggy night and riding my bike to the venue made me grumpy. I had a great time nevertheless

Those things are everywhere, when I walk the pup. They make me very nervous. I feel itchy just looking at them.

When P moved in a few years ago, I kept the little space I had carved out for myself as an office, as mine. A couple of years later, we decided that P should work at home instead of a rented space, to save money. And I had to give up the office space to be shared. Sharing, however, did not work out as we intended (during the day, it was P’s. during evenings, it was mine). P needed to work a lot of nights. And whenever I wanted to use the space, I had to move his stuff out of the way first. I rarely sat there anymore and my beautiful Cinema display were mostly unused. My frustration and resentment slowly built up.