Summer is Dying

 This week we're only supposed to be in mid 70's.   Feels like summer is over before even the end of August.

I have many regrets, like not doing much of anything.   I haven't even been to the lake many times and in August only once.  Partly because I became overly involved with helping cats and people out.  To then be trashed by some of them for whatever reasons.  Was it a waste to help them with cats then?  Not for the cats, that's for sure.

Like the lady I've helped with nearly 20 cats so far, who suddenly without warning yesterday decides I've "cooled" off on her and it must be because she works for the shelter.  First she said she adored me and in same message said I must be one of those who refuses to "work with" someone who is with a rescue they don't like.  It was a bunch of bullshit and uncalled for.    That's life.  I'm a simple person.  I just thought she was a nice lady who needed help badly getting her cats fixed.  

Yeah I dislike a lot of the big shelters, with high paid directors, making money off tragedy, and not working to solve the root issue through spay neuter programs for their own people who work and volunteer for them, or their own community.   There's a lot of that going around.

The other reason I haven't gone to the lake much is my fear of finding no parking when I get up there.  And the $7 fee for parking.    It's been extra jammed with people due to the drawdown of the reservoir above it, for the fish people's lawsuit.  By a few days after next weekend, Labor Day holiday, Foster will be drawn down too.  So there's only a little over a week left to try to get up there.

Over the weekend lonliness got to me.  It really sucks to not have anyone to do anything with or even call to chat with.

Anyhow, thankfully Ricky goes home tomorrow.  He's eating just fine but I'll give him one more day.   He's no longer happy to be in a cage in the garage, which is a good sign.

I took down the kiddie pool yesterday, after washing it.  I only used it a handful of times, then had to drain it because it got algae growth in it.  So its been sitting out in the driveway empty for weeks.  It was time to wash it, dry it and put it away. So I did.  I had a headlight out in my car too and changed that and had to also add oil.  I've got to get another power window switch.  Sometimes the driver side power window switch for the passenger side works and sometimes it doesn't work, which is a problem, when the window won't close.   I used to be able to close it with the passenger side switch at least but now its not working at all, and its trim component that holds it in place has broken. Those trim pieces, just plastic, they want over $50 for that tiny piece of plastic online.  The driver side entire switch replacement set is under $25.  So I'll have to rig something for the trim piece so it stays in place. 

The blank spot where my kiddie pool had been

Yellow jackets are out and angry, had to put up a trap

The long term weather outlook is just a decay in daily temps even back into the 60's.  The long gray might begin early this year.

Cat yard cats!

I read the very last Inspector Montalbano series book.    I loved the series until that book, where Camilleri, the author, was in his 80's and wrote it to finish off the series.   I was interested to see how he'd end it, but very disappointed.  He inserted himself into it, although not by name.  Throughout the book, and complex plot that was never solved, Montalbano got calls from "the author" on how the investigation should go, knowing what was going on with it, without being present in the plot of usual characters.  I thought ok this is going to be whacky and not the ending I'd hoped for.  I'd hoped maybe Montalbano would finally marry his long time girlfriend or leave her and retire or something, be killed, anything.   But no, Camilleri mocked the readers and his own created characters by "erasing" them, or rather he Montalbano decide to erase himself, at the end.  Well, you'd have to read it to understand.  I felt cheated and only skimmed the last several dozen pages.