The weather is starting the heat up a bit, which I do not enjoy at all. The humidity brings out the skeeters, too, so it’s back to slathering on the bug spray before every walk. I feel sorry for Keely, who hates the stuff and always sneezes whenever I put it on. Sorry, baby!
It is weird to see the city start to become more active again, but worse to see how many people are not taking it seriously. I never see people wearing masks at the Circle K on the corner, nor do the staff there. People walking around the park, it could be argued, don’t need to but they also aren’t being careful of maintaining a 6 ft. (2 meter) distance when they pass others. I don’t get it. I really don’t. This is the absolutely easiest thing do to in order to help turn the tide of this pandemic. What is wrong with people?
Ah, sorry to vent.
Anyway, the pond level is very low, almost startlingly so. The red line in this photo is where the “normal” (healthy) high-water mark rests; the green band is the general average height. We are well below that, obviously, into “completely drying out” territory. The pond is mostly shallow, a couple of feet deep at most in some places, so it’s possible.
We’ve had dry seasons interspersed with hurricanes over the last few years, so I can’t say this is unusual. There was a bit of a storm off the east coast, Tropical Storm Arthur, but it didn’t come in close enough or get strong enough to effect us this far west and looks like to just be bringing in rains to the Carolinas. Still, first named storm of the season and the season doesn’t officially start for another two weeks. *sigh*
Keely’s walks will get shorter as the heat rises, as well. This morning she was already panting heavily by the time we made it home by 7 am, and is now splayed out on my bed in the dark under the AC vent. I’m kinda jealous of that last part to be honest.
Especially given that it’s Monday.