Extreme heat warning, “dangerously hot conditions” through Wed., heat index may reach 111 today; to me it feels like being steamed to death.  I can only stand it for a few minutes, and it makes me feel sick.  On top of that, there’s smoke and haze in the air from Canadian wildfires.  But I still managed to get some photos.

E thinks it’s better to freeze to death than broil to death, because toward the end of extreme hypothermia, you actually start to feel warmer as you die, so a preferable way to go!  There may be some truth to that, but either extreme is not preferable to me.  Although some humans deserve to be roasted by nature as revenge for all the damage they’ve done.  Seems fair.

Avdi is supposed to return home tomorrow, I think.  Switching off with Jess has made the week easier, although it still felt like I lived here for a week.  I’m not sure my presence made any difference to anyone, or if they even noticed!  Sometimes I think if I dropped dead here, it might take a week for someone to notice; even the smell wouldn’t necessarily be a giveaway!

Don’t mind me.  Actually I’m getting a little more at ease here, especially since I can retreat to A’s room whenever.  Occasional privacy is one of those luxuries that should probably be a human right, like healthcare, but isn’t always accessible to humans.  Even a village needs some personal alone time.

Look at this doggie face.  He’s enjoying the lap of luxury with me.

It “feels like” 107 out, so naturally E has been out mowing, trimming trees, pulling vines, and cleaning up stuff out there.  I don’t know how he does it, even with the motivation of money.  I haven’t even done my “walkabout” today.  The whole rest of the world is experiencing extreme warming broiling; it’s not just isolated phenomena.  The new abnormal is here to stay and intensify.

After doing some indoor straightening, I’m taking my turn on Avdi’s bed (Jess had last night).  It’s like the changing of the guard.  Kids’ friends appear, having probably spent the night(?).  SQ commutes between homes.  It’s hard to keep track, so I just go with it.  I feel lazy, but I’m mainly here to pose as “the adult”, while the kids mostly take care of themselves these days.  As it should be.

Jess gave Loucious his amusing periodic haircut, so he gets some relief in the heat.  Mostly he stays indoors, lying on the AC vent.  Poor dogs have it worse than us.

I’m doing some mind-gardening.  That’s when it’s too hot to do real gardening, so I’m thinking ahead to when it’s conveniently cooler.  I’m seriously considering my evil chaos theory.  Both the soil and myself need a break.  It’s also cheaper.

When things start to cool off and wind down, I’ll weed, compost, and leaf-mulch the hell out of the veg garden, cultivate it in a little, then top-dress with more leaves, and let it rest over winter.  Any seeds I have left from this year, I’ll just mix and throw in there when it’s time.  Then I’ll let whatever residual seeds are in there do their thing next spring and summer.  I’ll just manage and maintain the chaos!

I’ll sow more native flowers in appropriate locations in late fall, let them stratify over winter, and see what comes up.  I’ll clean up and leaf-mulch all the beds, and let them rest, too.  Then I’ll sow annual/perennial flowers next spring.  I already have all the seeds, or will have.  The rest is up to whatever the garden decides to self-seed and regrow.

Then if one of the kids decides they want to grow more veggies, they can have at it!  I’ll just help maintain everything.  It’s part of letting go and passing it on.  I’m adapting to a changing climate.

Just conjecturing.  The plan will change in five minutes.

Update: Make that “feels like” 117!!

Please overlook my little lapse of sanity.  I’m back.  I think.

I’m a little off my game, what with the different overnights schedule (Jess and I are alternating nights).  It does break up the tedium a little, except that I’m at Avdi’s most of the time anyway.  I can’t keep track of what day it is!

I made erev dinner for, as it turned out, only five-ish people.  I say “ish”, because Jess joined us briefly, and Y darted in and out for leftovers, like a rat.  He says he doesn’t like to be with “the people” (his family).  I made a pretty good meal, starting with SQ’s request (craving) cheese ravioli in alfredo sauce.  I also made meatballs in pasta sauce, roasted veggies (some from the garden), a fresh garden tomato, basil. and parmesan salad, and some sides.  And of course, challah, (Loucious’s obsession).

It’s back to blazing hot, after the recent deluge (here we got almost an inch and a half, but other places it was more like two).  I managed to go out and clean up some of the wreckage of E’s last party on the back patio.  Mostly I just gave Loucious a big hose-down (and me in the process).  I took one photo today–a ‘shroom.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful–I am very grateful.  I’m finally where I should be, after all the misguided detours.  I earned all the bad karma I received.  I can’t go back and do a twelve-stepper, but I can pay it forward, STS.

If you burn all your bridges like I did, the old ghosts still come back to haunt you.  I have one ghost that won’t let up, because I never got closure.  They died without me knowing or being able to say goodbye.  The finality is a killer.

I figured out I really need to find some like-minded friends.  I guess that means old like me, eww, but how do you find cool freaks?  All of us have done our time and lost our people, and many have just settled and resigned and are still just doing time.  Is there anyone left like me, and where do I find them?  NOT on some dating app or at bars, barf.  How do you find the people who are still alive and not zombies or pervs or in need of a caregiver?

I guess I’m saying I admit I really need help with this.  Just because I’m old and invisible, doesn’t mean I’m not still me and human.  There have to be more like me out there.  Who still love the music, old or new.  Who just want to hang out and talk about the world we’re dealing with, or nonconventional/queer lifestyles, or just be together.  Not a club or hobby.  Just folks who have been around the block.

I’m not even sure how to connect.  I’ve moved so often and cut myself off from peers for so long, it’s hard to start over now, with others who have already established their networks.  It’s “safer” to be unattached and dissociated, but it’s not mentally healthy.  I love my family and how they’ve welcomed me in, but they have their own lives and concerns.  I need to figure this out on my own.

I hope you’ll bear with the tangent.  It just sort of had to come out.  Maybe I need stronger drugs.  Back to my role as so-called  “grownup”.

When I said fun with spectrums, that was just a preview of more to come!  I’m not going to go into it, it’s complicated dynamics between SQ and KS, resolved for now.  Suffice it to say, the former will spend tonight with J&C, to ease tensions.  (I’d include a key to initials, but that would defeat the purpose of preserving their anonymity.)

After sorting out the above, I took my med and slept through the rest of the night.  I had familiar dream themes, only darker, of complex labyrinths, being stalked, and having nowhere to go home to.  Also relying on the kindness of strangers.  I remember there being a loud t-storm and extremely heavy rain early in the morning.  It’s water world out there, but cooler.

Moving on, this current world is a very difficult one for any kids to grow up in, let alone kids on the various spectrums (neurodivergent, gender identity, orientation, etc.).  It’s particularly dangerous and insecure for them with these psychos in power.  It takes a lot of awareness and vigilance on the part of parents to provide all the therapies, meds, doctors who have the guts to defy the cruel laws (often out-of-state), and most of all support and security in the home.

These kids themselves don’t necessarily realize or appreciate all the exhaustive work that goes into keeping them safe and providing appropriate medical and mental care.  But I see it, and feel privileged on their account, and one day they will see it in retrospect.  It’s so much better than when I was a kid, when these neuro-disorders and gender affirming care were not even recognized, let alone addressed properly.  You would just be punished for being weird and uncooperative.  Or worse.

Check out the rainforest!  Note the hanging gardens of squash/pumpkins/?.

Avdi is away in Knoxville for a week.  This is my first overnight of the week, alternating with Jess.

A rainstorm is brewing which means today was obnoxiously humid, with mosquitos.   Not to say that I didn’t take some fun flower photos.  But I had plenty to keep me busy inside.

Everyone slept in ’til late, teen-style, or they weren’t even here.  I didn’t know if Y was even alive in there.  Update: turns out he’s not even home, he’s at a friend’s overnight.  Good to know!

K/S (K is now S, so I’ll use KS.  S is SQ, keep up.) is cooking an Asian meal with tofu and lots of Asian other stuff, including garden veggies and herbs.  SQ, who used to be very neuro-fussy about meals, loves KS’s sophisticated culinary cooking.  Are you following?  KS loves to cook, and SQ loves to eat.  So it works out.

As for the election, it went pretty well, ATC.  Our favored progressive, Cori Bush, unfortunately did not win against Wesley Bell, a not very progressive dem.  But we defeated two evil repug amendments trying to fool us with deceptive language, as usual.  Of course STL Co and City are pretty liberal, compared to the outliers, so this is not the whole picture.  But still encouraging.

Today we voted in our Missouri primary election.  I’m cautiously optimistic, as they say.  More on that when I know more.

I discovered how to mark colorful circles around stuff!  The bird is a hummer, just sitting on a branch for a while!  The bunny was grazing on grass right in front of me.  My cam, not unlike my eyes, sucks, but you get the idea.

This elegant green and white plant is Euphorbia marginata, a native annual of prairies and plains, and it just popped up out of nowhere in a couple of places so far.  Apparently it can take tough, disturbed conditions, so it must like our garden.  It’s toxic, but I love it.

The big fluffy pink plant along the woods area is Joe Pye weed, a wetland native.  Next to it is Liatris spicata, between blooms.  I’m hoping to succeed in growing more gorgeous natives along that edge this coming year..

Note the yellow mushrooms/fungi that keep coming up in the rock garden.  ‘shrooms always indicate the soil is improving and forming networks underground.

I didn’t do a lot outside, due to the humidity, but I voted, and I shopped for the house, and did other chores, so I earned my beer.

Today, besides making shopping lists and carts for tomorrow, I did more garden work.

I laid down more cardboard on the paths in the veg garden.  I transplanted a red and a white achillea (yarrow) from the front garden to the back raised bed, where they’ll get more sun.  Then I worked on cleaning up the whole front entrance garden.  I weeded, pulled out strangling vines, removed the wire edging along the new section so it can be mowed, and other cleaning up.  I’m still figuring out my ultimate goal there.

I’ve see at least one hummer, more pollinators and butterflies, and some dragonfly-looking things, all good signs.

Later, I cleaned up part of the outer flower border of the veg garden.

Tomorrow is the primary for a crucial election, with many progressive candidates running against the racist fascists.  There are many props and amendments trying to deceive voters as usual into voting against their interests.  Some of the polls I’ve seen are close but encouraging.  Lots of mixed feelings, trepidation with a dash of hope.

Everything about Y’s party was festive–except Y.  I’m not sure what’s going on, beyond the usual teenage stuff.  To look at him, you’d think he was in existential emptiness and despair.  Which, to be honest, is exactly how I was as a kid and teen, so it should be familiar.  It just worries me, knowing some of his history.  And there’s nothing I can do.

Anyway the party was a success.  Jess, Stacey, and J joined us, as well as a friend of Y’s, who spent the night.  The raspberry pie by E and the raspberry cheesecake by Stacey were wonderful.  Stacey and I and S hung out for the rest of the afternoon and evening.  We got Wingstop chicken for everyone.  Then Stacey took S home.  Avdi left for the night and I slept over.  I took some traz and slept all night.

This morning was perfect out–cool, sunny, and breezy.  E harvested a pile of veggies, which had doubled in size overnight from all the rain.  He also picked elderberries and made jam.  I got a lot of garden jobs done.

I organized the messy pile of pots and flats.  I put some (sycamore?) saplings in water.  I raked and cleaned up the front area along the fence, in prep for seeding in fall.  I laid down some more cardboard for paths in the veg garden, and weeded and straightened up some rows.  I weeded, trimmed, and cleaned up the whole herb garden.  I weeded some of the rock garden and transplanted a flower plant there.

Stacey dropped S off around noon on her way back to MI  for her last two weeks of field work and finals.

It’s been raining a lot, and it got much cooler.  Yesterday for erev I made roasted veggies mostly from the garden: zucchini, eggplant, tomatoes, peppers, fresh basil and oregano, with sautéed beef, garlic, onions, red wine, served with pasta.  It was a packed house after all, like 9 people; we almost couldn’t fit everyone at the table.  Loucious did his challah tricks.  It was fun hanging out with the extended family.

Today almost everyone, plus Y’s friends, went to the zoo for his birthday.  E and Stacey are baking a raspberry pie and a raspberry cheesecake, respectively, as per Y’s request.  Later on we’ll have “festivities”.  I’ll sneak over while they’re gone and make it look more festive, and maybe play in the garden between rains.

Off I go.