Dog days

There is something about September on the island that .. well, frankly .. it's what drew Bruce and I to come live here. The days are long and sultry, the ocean breezes play along the shoreline in the evening and cool you off enough to drift off peacefully.

The last two days have finally seen us hit the 30° mark in what has been an otherwise unremarkable summer except for its inability to get started properly.  Oh, its been pleasant, but its not been necessary to start shedding clothing as soon as breakfast is done.  We're getting a chance now to give our fan motors their annual workout.

Jamie called about the earthquake that happened near Port Hardy up in the northern part of the island today.  It was pretty much a non-event for us here.  Like you, the first we knew of it was on the news. 

But maybe it was the earthquake that freaked out Murray enough yesterday while Bruce was watching a movie.  He jumped straight up, then made a mad scramble for a safe spot.  Now, since  he was already on high ground, his back claws made purchase on the first tall item around ... my fifty year old floor lamp that came from Gram and Gramps' place in Three Hills.  It made for a hell of a crash, which freaked out Murray even more.  The only sweet thing was that he came running to me for safety.

Tomorrow, Round 3 of "Stain the Fence" .. a game we seem to be playing too often.  This will be the third time we've done the fences since installing them four years ago.  Here's hoping that this one does the trick.  And hey .. if you want to drop around and lend a hand ... I'll certainly make you an iced tea.