Rusty's Armory

Journal: Bring on the latter rains

Posted on September 25, 2023

The morning dawns damp and gray.  The first of the fall rains landed with fury and lightning.  Spent most of the night comforting dogs until the last boomer rolled by at 3am.  In this part of the country, much will green up, but a few of the trees and plants mark the season by the length of day.  We get unusual combinations of autumn rusts and reds, with the bright greenery that this land always impresses me. 

We had a two-year drought some years back that killed trees and dried up the land.  Then a wet spring came, and suddenly it was like there was never a drought.  The land turns feral and lush at those times.

It is a bit dank in my studio, but I think I’ll leave the AC off for awhile and pretend that I am a native here, hardy and adaptable to the changing climate. Sometimes I think that the Texan toughness is real, and other times it is mere swagger.  But there is a resourcefulness that amazes me.

I have many chores today.  Lab tests, cleaning and straightening, and the ever-monotonous round of bill paying.  But I think I will spend some time just reflecting and letting my world return to normal after my duel with Thanatos this weekend. I almost let him win, but oddly, in surrender, I find strength. I relish every easy breath I am given.  Being able to sit up without nausea.  To get up today and waken it properly by starting the coffee, opening the drapes, taking a mountain of medicines and injections and finally settling in to finish off that second cup at leisure.

Snooks is sleeping late this morning, and I’ll just let her sleep as long as she wants. The dogs disagree, however.  They keep coming in and telling me that woman is still in bed, and they don’t like the change in routine. I just pat them on the head and admonish them that life is just hard somedays.

I made a stab at the news this morning, but I am caring less and less these days.  I have fought for what I thought was right, but now I am powering down.  Maybe I’ll sell off some guns, but not all. I am not retreating, just holding the beachhead.

I am not real happy with the shocker thingy they are implanting in me, but I have taking the attitude that they can have one more shot at it, then it is enough.

Anyhoos.  A few more computer chores, then a short drive to the vampires at the local clinic.

Good morning.