Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Following up on what I said about future plans in the post below, in a rare display of common sense my braim told me this morning that cutting and hauling brush in this weather is just not on. The forecast suggests this heat may break next week. It can wait till then.

In the meantime, I took care of Mrs. R’s pachysandra patch. That, at least, is mostly in the shade and pulling weeds isn’t really very strenuous, although given the slope of the ground and the need for careful foot placement, it’s sort of a cross between imitating Buster Posey and playing a protracted game of Twister. I was yet again soaked with sweat by the time I was done, as well as feeling dizzy and shaky. To borrow a phrase frequently in use at the White House these days, I’m calling a lid on the rest of the afternoon.

Speaking of which, I cannot begin to tell you friends of the decanter how sincerely I hope that I am flat wrong about what’s going on these days both at home and abroad, and what the future likely holds. Because if I’m not, then God help us all. I won’t say anything more than that.

But since I, personally, can’t do much about it one way or the other, I’ll simply focus on what’s immediately around me, which means, among other things, moar home projects to finish off my vacation. I never did get around to painting the bedroom and certainly am not going to start that now. I’ll wait till cooler weather when I can have all the windows open. Instead, I plan to finish off by cleaning out the garage and giving it a good scouring. I’m ashamed to say I can’t even remember the last time I did this, so it’s going to be a pretty big job. But a rewarding one, too.

And now for something really completely different: Ol’ Robbo happened to be watching Star Trek: TOS last evening. (And no, I’m not a “Trekkie”.) It was the conclusion of the two-part episode “The Menagerie” which, as Trek fans know, incorporates the original pilot episode of the series into its plot. (And just as an aside, I couldn’t help thinking again of our present mess when the Telosian said to Captain Pike, “Wrong thinking is punishable. Right thinking will be as quickly rewarded.” The Telosians were plotting to breed a race of Earthling slaves. It’s remarkable how many TOS episodes were warnings against totalitarian dystopianism. Just sayin’. (No, dammit, I’m really not a “Trekkie”!

Aaaaanyway, in the credits I noticed the name Peter Duryea in a role which evidently was in the pilot but not in “Menagerie” itself. It rang a bell so I looked him up and he turns out to have been the son of that Dan Duryea who played Waco Johnny Dean in “Winchester ’73“, my favorite and (in my humble opinion) the best of the Anthony Mann/Jimmy Stewart westerns. I love stumbling across these useless little bits of trivia. (Duryea was also, along with the young Lloyd Bridges, one of the tank crew under Humphrey Bogart’s command in “Sahara“, which is a very good movie in itself, as I’ve had occasion to mention here a time or two.)

So there you have it.