Waiting

   Waiting. Waiting to write, to think, to create, to fill a void or to avoid. All the feral cats are gone but Rusty and Chocolatte, as they went to the Capital Area Human Society to be euthanized.The cat farm is under control as July stayed hot and the days dragged on. Just sit by the air conditioner and exist to minimalist living. Waiting for some rain to refresh and cool but only the electric bill doubles. Life floats by guided by
humid winds and scorching sun with late relief to revive us. Helping the in-laws with their bills and insurance makes me of some use. Another Alvarado family reunion divides further the unanswered questions that beg to be resolved. I went to Francis Park to see Mr. Paul from the bakery on his 90th birthday and share memories of our wedding cake and his baking dedication. Waiting for school to start so as to ritualize purpose and meaning. With new glasses I can proceed with a new outlook of challenge and direction. Waiting for conclusion to bring justification for this inspiration beyond Bob Dylan. One certainty is we will always be waiting. Finally confirmation from NOAA that July was the hottest ever according to the U.S. Climate Extreme Index dating back to 1900. This factors temperatures, precipitation and storms to calculate extremes beating the old record of 1934. Scientists say July was the hottest ever in the lower 48 states with a 77.6 average beating 1936 by 0.2 degrees on records dating to 1995. This has also been the warmest 12 months on record thanks to the temperatures so far in 2012.