Sweet mornings, predawn
So, the air conditioning in the apartment went out this week. The maintenance guys will put in a new unit on Thursday, but in the meantime it is a bit sweltering and stuffy here at the farm.
The hottest few days of the year so far and the house is hot. Sleeping with the windows open when your bedroom overlooks a parking lot and a wharehouse district doesn’t make for the best night’s sleep. We have a very nocturnal set of dwellers here in the apartment complex. Folks coming and going at all hours of the night.
Apparently talking on the cell phone while either leaving the house or returning is the modus operandi. By five a.m. no one talks anymore, they whisper as they go about their morning chores – but having been up all night, I can still hear their whispers.
The trash trucks take about an hour and a half to make the rounds around the industrial park on the other side of the parking lot. They start at 6 a.m. Much clanking of metal and beeping of trucks as they back out of parking lots can be heard. I imagine it could be heard even in Paker.
When the windows of the house are opened up for some cool air and a breeze, the cat gets very excited. He runs from room to room, perching at each of the windows in search of some hidden pray that only he can see.
This searching and hunting involves jumping up on the bed full force, as if he were a puma.
Did I mention I didn’t get much sleep last night?