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The monsoons have started this year, but they’re lackluster so far. It’s too bad. Monsoon season is my favorite time of year in this place, one of the few reasons I stay, but the rains come later every year and they aren’t the same anymore. Angie agrees with me for once and wants to see if we can do something about it.

Weather is a tricky thing to manipulate. Less the actual weather change and more because of the potential side effects. Want a cloudburst in one place? The water has to be pulled from elsewhere, redirected from another place that might need it, or might not. During the height of hurricane season, which coincides, that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but the water might also come from a system over a drought area. There’s a delicate balance to maintain and we have to keep watchful eyes on the direction we pull from. And that’s if we’re successful at all. We might not be.

In any event, it will be a new thing to teach Jack. He’s been getting restless now that the end of summer is in sight, no matter what I do to distract him. School has him excited. I’m happy he enjoys learning so much, but I wish he had a little more patience. He’s ten though and ready to take on the world.

The bowl of honey and cream hasn’t shown for three weeks. I’m not sure if I should be worried or relieved. Time will time on that.

Blessed be.

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