MY WEEDS ARE WILTING!
Does that give you an idea how bad things are here?
We’re running sprinklers on the gardens at the front door and hand watering the herb garden and containers, but everything else is being left to the whim of the weather. I have some tall weeds at the edge of the grove to the north of the house, and yesterday I realized that the weeds are wilting. I have never seen weeds wilt before.
On the news tonight, they announced that we are in the worst drought since 1988. In the period from March 16 to July 16, the Chicago area has received 9.09 inches of precipitation less than the norm. I suspect that our little area is further in the hole than that. We are just north of a freeway, and there is something about those ribbons of cement that detours the rain clouds.
I’m going to look up the instructions for rain dances, and encourage all my friends to pray for RAIN! Please! I need a week of gloomy, gray, drippy days. I promise I won’t complain.
Daily Archives: July 16, 2005
The Mac
Not a Large Mac from you know who….but the Chicago to Mackinac race up Lake Michigan. This year is the 99th sailing of the Mac, which is sponsored by the Chicago Yacht Club. Every boat competing in the Mac must have at least one member of the Chicago Yacht Club as part of its crew.
Two hundred thirty five boats were signed up in the various classes to participate in the race this year. The fastest passage was 23 hours, 30-some minutes, but most of the boats will make the trip in 48 to 60 hours.
Some people will make just one Mac trip in their lives, but the sailors who are addicted to this race can join the “old goats” when they have competed 25 times. Some families have generations of sailors who have competed.
Dear Husband is a solo sailor, so he’s not in the middle of the pack tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if he chooses to do the solo sailed race sponsored by the Solo Sailing Society one day. You can bet I’ll blog about it should he go!
Elegant Mother
We had an unusual day at the Buffy Bed and Breakfast, today. As you know, I am the caregiver for my mother. That’s a bit misleading, actually. At 88, Elegant Mother is still pretty much able to take care of herself. We provide her home, and meals and transportation, and she does most of the rest.
Today, things shifted a little bit in that strange swap of positions that aging parents and their children endure. I had to take on a little bit more of the “in charge” position, while EM relinquished it.