As the summer drones on, I've been developing less and less tolerance for direct sunlight and heat. When I take the dogs outside, I get 15 seconds tops before I feel this intense need to seek out shade, ice water and air conditioning. Since I own two ancient dogs and one dog with ADHD, it can take several minutes just to get them to stop sniffing and spinning in circles. They always have to find the perfect spot to do their business. I'm fine with that most of the year, but not when my brains are literally boiling.
We had planned on laying down a patch of fresh sod to encourage the dogs to go right away, but discovered that no one around here sells sod or even grass seeds because it simply won't grow in our area this time of year. Plus, most sod has to be bought in bulk. So, my husband bought a Queen Palm and planted it in the dog's yard to provide a little shade for me to stand in while I wait for the dogs to poop or get off the pot, and it should eventually grow and spread its leaves far enough to also shade our glass block window that acts like a giant magnifying glass, heating up the southern end of our house.
In other news, some turd-for-brains hit my truck and took off to avoid responsibility, so now I have this nice dent and scrape along my rear fender and bumper. That truck doesn't even have 10,000 miles on it yet. I don't think I have ever been able to own a vehicle that remained scratch and dent-free for five years. I take care of them, but other people just don't give a hoot. Also, it doesn't help that I live in an area where a large percentage of the population is drunk, on drugs, going blind, or losing its faculties. The insurance companies encourage people to not report property damage because even if it isn't your fault, your rates go up. Ultimately, it is cheaper to just repair the damage out of pocket if it's something minor. I'm just at my wits end with having to pay for other people's mistakes. So, the scratch and dent will forever remain a blemish on my truck.
I gave the horses a chance to co-mingle for a bit while I cleaned stalls and water troughs, and they all immediately began vying for dominance. A lot of biting and herding was going on. I almost got smashed into by a fleeing horse, and when I stepped backward I tripped over the salt lick. So, everyone went right back into the stalls and I chucked the salt lick out of the barn. I don't care if the rain melts the salt lick and the horses are bored. They are even more irritable than ever because they are covered in mosquito bites, so they have zero tolerance for other horses being in their space. I've been putting calamine lotion on their itchy spots, and using sprays to try to deter mosquitoes from biting them, but like with the flies, nothing really works. We just need summer to end.