If only the weather we are experiencing these days in my part of the world could be like this all year . . .
Temperatures are in the upper 20sC (i.e. upper 70sF), the sun is bright and beautiful, and the lake is cool and soooo refreshing . . .
Sigh . . . This is perfect skinny dipping and nude sunbathing weather.
I don’t like to think of what’s coming in six weeks or so. Summer is far too short in these parts. I’m doubting I will even get any jack ‘o lanterns from my pumpkin plants.
Meanwhile, a NASA spacecraft called New Horizons is closing in on Pluto, and has been sending some pretty cool — with emphasis on cool as in cold — photos in the past few days. It will come within 7,000 or so miles of Pluto on Tuesday after travelling for 9 and a half years and some 3 billion miles, and the NASA folks are understandably thrilled by the success of this mission –even though Pluto is inhospitable to us Earthings and is probably little more than a frigid chunk of rock.
Sigh . . . Sentimental me feels a little sorry for the New Horizons spacecraft, manufactured out of good old Mother Earth. It is so alone out there in the universe, never to see its home planet again. I’m thinking that surely there must be some microbes onboard that may still yet be alive. Are they wondering where they are? Have you ever felt sorry for microbes unfortunate enough to be trapped in space probes on a one-way mission to, ultimately, nowhere? It reminds me of a rock that makes its way to the surface of the earth after eons of being buried, finally feeling the sun — as much as a rock can feel; who knows how much rocks can feel? — only to have a child come along and throw it into a lake or a river . . .
I am so grateful that I haven’t been thrown into the deep pools of space onboard New Horizons . . . and the thought of the coming change of seasons is not so intimidating now.
Still . . . I wish . . .
Smiles . . . It is a dreamy summer day today, Alice says as the Cheshire cat grins at her. Such peculiar thoughts fill my brain . . .
Am I dreaming?
Merrily, merrily, merrily . . .
— Alice (a.k.a. Jillian)