I think I've mentioned previously that I'm not much of a television watcher. I seldom think to turn it on at all. In the evenings, however, when I finish sewing down in my studio, I come upstairs and join Himself in front of the screen and we put on whatever Netflix has sent us recently.
Of late, however, here's been a variation. About every ten or twenty years I have a "baseball year." I never really know when it is going to strike (beg your pardon), but for a season I'll learn the names of the players and follow the Phillies with a fervor. This year I've even learned that there are times I should put on my "rally cap" when things are looking bad.
I've also noticed the commercials seem to be for Levitra, Cialis, and Viagra. It appears that there is a plague of erectile dysfunction in the Philadelphia area. I'm just sayin'.
The other plague is far more personal. It involves Bodacious and his propensity to catch locusts and bring them, still a-buzzin', into the house. As far into the house as he can get. Joe swears the cat was smiling yesterday as he passed through with his prey in his mouth, wings waving furiously.
There are things about the end of summer that I've always appreciated. The Jersey corn, tomatoes and peaches, for example. And the cooler nights. And seeing The Nonspeakers'* dogwood trees beginning to turn color. I'd forgotten about the locusts, however.
*Our very strange neighbors across the street who in ten years have not only not said a word to us but actually look the other way when we see them outside.