Really, It’s not a New Season

¶ Given last weekend and its coolness, one might be given to think that we’ve already entered autumn. This week proved that we had not. Today is relatively cool but the rest of the days have been stifling. Temps have been in the 90s and the humidity has been fierce. ¶ Sunday last set a record. The airport registered over five inches of rain designating that as a new record for Sioux Falls. I had six inches in my rain gauge. We officially set a new record for the amount of rain fallen over a given period. Remarkably, there were no reports of floods in the city. There were flash flood warnings. However, I heard no news of such things materializing in the city.

¶ This week I continued my recovery from last week’s chemo. There was nothing dramatic. I seem to have a bout of nausea every day for about 5 days. The blessed pills work rapidly for which I am grateful. The nausea seems to strike around dinner time. Why that happens, I have no clue, nor do the medics. ¶ The news of the week has been preoccupied with the search warranted issued and carried out on the former president’s home. Classified documents were found which should have never been taken under federal law. Excuses are abundant as well as theories concerning the existence of the documents. At he day’s end it is pretty evident that the law has been broken, that national security could have been threatened, and no number of excuses relieves the former president from responsibility. He has tried, but failed. ¶ This event brought back memories of a child in one of my classes many years ago. There always seemed to be some tumult in the area around him. He was well spoken, well dressed, and an extremely unlikely suspect as a trouble maker. Every class period there was a distinct feeling that something was going on and I could never put my finger on the cause. Finally, said student was caught in the act. He vociferously denied any part in the disturbance. The fact that he was caught, as it were red handed, did not prevent him from trying to wiggle his way out of the situation. The evidence was against him and his angelic demeanor did not save him from a trip to see the principal. The problem in class was no longer.

¶ The week has been relatively peaceful. There were few deadlines resulting in a leisurely pace for most day's accomplishments, if indeed there were any. ¶ Sophia assisted with a sewing project. I jest. She was delighted to have new things to turn into one of her perches. How she determines which item I am going to want next is beyond me. I turn around and she is comfortably ensconced on the very thing I need. She is obviously a reader of minds. Thank you for reading, for thoughts and prayers, for kind deeds done for me and for others. You are a blessing.