No. I do not have bad news to convey. Instead, I have just a short note.
We have been having some very hot weather in Oregon the last few days. I tried to avoid using the air conditioner -- on the theory I need to tough out the weather by acclimating to the heat. I soon surrendered and turned it on -- only to have the system blow up (literally) yesterday afternoon at the height of the heat.
Jiggs was beginning to show some symptoms of heat fatigue. So, off I went to Fred Meyer to buy a fan. My experience has been that American department stores are no better at stocking merchandise in emergencies than were the Russians under the soviet system (when every day was a crisis). But there was a large selection. I grabbed one.
While talking with the sales clerk about my unit blowing up, the woman behind me said: "Good." I looked at her and she continued: "Now maybe you rich people will know what we poor people go through every day." It made me wonder if we should all start rehearsing as extras in the second act of Les Misérables.
Because the weather had not cooled down by noon today, I took Jiggs to the creek for a quick dip. I usually do not let him in because his coat is a silt magnet. But today he had the time of his life.
He merely lies down in the water doing his best crocodile impression. But, as you can see from the picture at the top of this post, he is a happy crocodile -- perhaps, auditioning for the role of The Joker.
And after a nice swim, everybody enjoys a nap at the beach.
