Broiling.

 Broiling.

 

The front porch temperature gauge says 107. That side faces the east. The back deck gauge says 115 degrees (in the shade) facing the west. Not sure just what a meat thermometer would say right about now, but pretty sure these temperatures would do for cooking. Go outside right now and stay out a while and one would have broiled brain without a wet hat on one’s head.

 

Even without the heat, the old woman has not felt energetic at all. Even the dogs have not offered to do anything more than growl at strange sounds. We shared a salad for supper. Thompson likes those olives and the tiny pieces of green from the baby bok choy. Strange things that dogs will like. Maybe it was the salad dressing he really liked. Hardly enough baked chicken in the meal to fill up a dog. But they have been fed anyway.

 

This is just a good day to skip out on summer. Maybe cats and dogs have the best idea. Find a good spot to curl up and sleep away most of the day. Then prowl around the house and yard at night.

 

The freshly mown grass still makes me happy. The hens seem happier to graze the little stuff today as well—this morning they grazed, at least, but in the afternoon, it is strictly shade time under the deck.

 

Have not even really looked at the headlines today on AOL or any other source. Just not worth it. We can only do so much to live in this world, and being concerned about what is going on does not seem to help our mental health. You can bet that this time of year we will hear about more folks drowning, dying of heat exhaustion, succumbing to death from drinking, or other preventable situations. Common sense taken in large doses would help at least until the 4^th of July when the idiots with fireworks start fires, scare off everyone’s dogs and cats and otherwise make living near fireworks’ stands miserable. And life goes on.

 

Just talked to my neighbor to the west and had to use a different phone number because of a busy signal. She said that getting my call was about the most exciting thing to happen all day at her house. She had not hung up her phone the right way so that it was not turned off. We laughed and decided this day was just supposed to be quiet. So there!

 

Two more days of antibiotics before the bottle can be pitched. Bleah. Between the heat and the meds, my stomach is not happy. Did not even make coffee today. May make some tea tomorrow to put in the fridge. Have not done that in a long time. Lewis used to think tea was the only thing on earth that made him feel cool. He could drink it year ‘round.

 

Have been enjoying looking at pictures from Keith and others who walk along the creeks in various places. Flowers that grow wild and wildlife that pokes out in cool places are all that make life interesting for those who enjoy being away from the city. If ticks, fleas, chiggers, and assorted deadly things were not such a problem, it would be ok to just live on a creek and catch fish. In the state north of us—Oklahoma—the folks up there don’t mind putting their bare hands down into muddy creek banks for the purpose of dragging out big ol’ catfish. Can’t imagine that those things would taste like anything other than mud. But maybe it is just the thrill of dragging out a fish rather than a snake that makes it worth the effort to those grubbing around in muddy water.

 

Ah, the sun is about to go down. Maybe we will have a cold front blow in. Likely. It is already only 98 degrees out front. Pretty funny when we appreciate a day that is less than three digits.

 

Have not spoken with anyone other than Patty today. Hope all of you are well and happy. We know that we are blessed by God, so we also know that we are loved. May you have peace. Please pray for those who do not have His peace.