Now that the rain has stopped falling several times a week and things are drying (relatively) out I can start mowing pastures. I'll put the bush hog on the tractor and get to it. As soon as the fog clears and the humidity drops below 96%. I'm not kidding! It should be raining, but it isn't. The actual air molecules are dripping water. Step out the door and you become instantly damp. If I put on a rain jacket I will be just as wet on the inside as the outside. No point in taking a shower as I will not dry off. I just hope no one shows up at the farm so they don't find me offensive. Maybe at the end if the day things will change so I don't have to be disgusting in front of another human being. Maybe.
Here is last weekend's chore.
Summer is in full swing in town. Between the Art Festival, Wooden Boat show, Fisherman's Picnic (Fisherman's Panic, as it is known locally), Unplugged and other things at North House Folk School, there is more than enough activity in Grand Marais. If you go through town before civilized people are awake it is pretty quiet, though.
We are just ten miles out of town so mornings here are a lot quieter. Here is one of the local residents saying good morning.
I actually have been able to get some reading time in lately. It often takes a week or two to get a book read as there is little time to do so, but I got one done in just a few days this week. Who needs sleep, anyway. Dr. Fizzy has written another one to follow The Devil Wears Scrubs.
It is called Suicide Med.
The Amazon review is this:
There’s a reason Southside Medical School has been nicknamed “Suicide
Med.” For the last six years, every year one student has taken his own
Except for last year. Last year was a murder-suicide.
The press has pointed to the heavy workload as the culprit in the
high suicide rate. Some students believe that the school is cursed.
And others believe that the deaths may not be suicides at all—that it’s
no coincidence that Dr. Conlon, Southside’s quirky but beloved anatomy
professor, joined the staff on the very year that the suicides began.
Either way, the same question echoes through the minds of every first year student at Suicide Med:
Who will be next to die?
Having lived with some med students at this time of their lives I can tell you that these characters are not far from the reality that I observed. Dr Fizzy (a.k.a. Freida Mcfadden) tells the story from each students viewpoint and weaves them together in such a way that I found it difficult to stop reading. If you are looking for an entertaining book that is different from what you usually read, this is a fun (but chilling) one to read.
I leave you with a quiet, yet overgrown (I'll fix that soon) paddock shot of summer on the farm.