Now late afternoon, I have just climbed up the bank (snake alert! snake alert!) behind the house to pick a grapefruit I can eat all myself. The days have now dropped into a bit of a pattern: Fruit, beach, tractor up, busy day in the office, pleasant stroll back down, beer on steps. Occasionally at dusk, like now, there’s also attack of the sand flies, the dreaded purujas. It’s all to do with the moon apparently, although there doesn’t really seem to be a pattern. Seeking refuge inside, I’ve been playing chess on the computer. I can’t play chess, but it’s nice to hear voices. I just let them play against each other:
“I would suggest” says ‘Vicki’, “D1 to D3”.
“Castle to Rookside” says the computer.
And on they go.
Mainly what I hear tonight are frogs. Like me, they really like Oops Oh My by Tweet Ft Fabolous. When I play it, the croak volume goes up. I play the music louder, they croak louder etc. They are finding it arousing. To be fair, there’s stuff on that track that sounds exactly like bull frogs. Anyway, there’s a lot of them right outside the window now. They’ve come from far and wide, and they are pretty excited.