June 8, 2008
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What a day!
I have been up twelve hours, and it feels more like 24. Doug went to bed as I was getting up, and is still in his room, either sleeping or reading a book. We are supposed to do a water run today so he can wash dishes tonight. If he’s not out here soon, it won’t happen because I’ll be too fatigued to go.
A kitten chewed holes in the tubing of my nebulizer. I had a spare, so now I’m going to tape up the leaky one and make it the spare.
Weather is chilly and damp and the sky has been gray all day. Mosquitoes are plentiful, and the current hatch are small and sting a lot, leaving big bumps. Good thing they aren’t very fast. I have slapped probably a couple of hundred in the last few days. I am festooned with insect corpses.
Gotta go now. Be back mañana.
Comments (12)
How many in one blow? ha ha. Good night
awwww, piebean chaw. sorry to hear you are “festooned” with dead skeeters. I hope warm dry weather happens for you soon!
the chiggers are plentiful here already. i hate them both. chiggers and mosquitoes…bah.
Will gladly trade you our 100 degree weather happening here since Thursday even with the mosquitoes.
No, on second thought, keep the mosquitoes, we’ve got enough already.
Good night.
i’ve met very few people who notice the different varieties of mosquitoes and their seasonality…i find the most painful bites come from the tiny black ones here abouts, a little later in the summer.
How far “out back” do you live?
Checking to see if you have pictures up for the challenge. I’ll check back later.
Wow. Where do you live? This is pretty amazing. I’ve never made a run for water. I’m so spoiled, taking water for granted.
I am festooned with insect corpses.
I like that. Not the actuality of it, but the wording, I suppose.
@the_nthian - I don’t understand how anyone could fail to notice that some skeeters are bigger than others, some have hard bodies, others soft, some are silent, and the whines of the others are at different pitches. I read that there are about twenty species here, give or take a few. The state biologist was a little vague on that.
All things considered, these ladies bother me more than bears do. I look forward to bear sightings, usually, under most circumstances. The absolute best thing about winter is the absence of mosquitoes.
@Lobos_Photos - *hehee* Out back of what? I’m fifty miles from fast food, sixty or so miles from a hospital, about that far from a bowling alley, hundred and some miles from an international airport, and right around the corner from some salmon streams that attract fishers from all over the world. By Alaskan standards, I am not out in the bush, because there’s a road connecting us to Anchorage and Fairbanks. I’m far enough out that nobody would notice or care if I ran to the outhouse naked, but I usually don’t, because in the winter it’s life threateningly cold, and in the summer there are those pesky mosquitoes.
@boredjm - I’m in the Upper Susitna Valley, near Talkeetna. See my reply to Lobos_Photos for more details. The neighborhood shares a spring, with water so good that people traveling between Anchorage and Fairbanks stop to fill jugs. I live a few miles from it, and last night one neighbor I knew was there filling her buckets when we arrived. Another pulled in in her truck before we left. That’s social life here.
@warweasel - The “festooned with insect corpses” line is borrowed from the Old Fart. His first few summers here, he collected the mosquitoes he killed, in a film canister. They seemed to amaze and amuse him. When I run my hand through my hair, dead mosquitoes drop out. When I look in a mirror, I see smears and smudges of blood and bug juice. It pays to keep a sense of humor about it. This year there are a lot more than last year because the weather has been rainy.
@GrannyHappyNanny - Thank you for the reminder about the challenge. I’ll do something about that now.
Gotta watch out for those mosquitoes!!!
It sounds lovely! Lucky you!
@SuSu - Wow, that’s amazing! I don’t know how water can taste that good, though.
Haha… it’s wonderful living in an isolated area. I’d love to rough it out like Walden and Thorough did, but the longest I have ever been away from society is a week, and even then, I did not fair too well.
Social life isn’t everything. It looks beautiful out there.