Pouring Perspiration Hot.

 Pouring Perspiration Hot.

 

Yup, a hunnert degrees hot and plum toasty out there in the sunshine—the shaded spots not much better. Going to have to start wetting down under the deck for the feathered creatures tomorrow unless we get a cooling rain. Right! Forty percent chance of rain means 60% chance of NO rain, at least in the math department. We can pray for rain, but what we get and what we need might not even up the sides of this algebraic equation.

 

The neighbor in Jerry’s house called to see about getting the guys who do the lawn work to do whatever they need done when they come Thursday. Pretty soon the entire road may be employing those guys. Would have to let Terry Speegle know that they are decently priced and then tell the LEO who owns the corner lot.

 

Looked at halter tops on Amazon last night. All of them seem to fit all the way down. Dumb as dipping snuff! A body needs space to feel cool, not snugged up material to show off the ripples of blubber! Even if the blubber were not there, anything snug is not welcome around here. Loose and limber!

 

Started work on one side of the workshop door this morning. Didn’t get very far before fatigue and the heat got to me. Ran up to United and got some lemonade and peach tea bags. Maybe after it cools down this evening, the old woman can get a bit more done on at least that one door. May have to use the bigger drill, however. Just don’t have a lot of strength in my arms and hands for drilling in those screws. Bet it will get done, however! Determination! Will try to start earlier in the morning. Always end up getting out around 6 a.m. anyway! The chicks and hens are mighty happy to get out of the coops by that time. Daylight makes them ready to hunt stuff.

 

Have a broody hen. Put her in the little chicken coop all by herself. She is not happy, of course, but maybe she will get over the broody faster this way. Hate having to dunk them in the water to cool their temperature down. It won’t hurt her, but it feels mean.

 

Managed to figure out a new use for the masks that Connie Cooke made for me during the pandemic. The mask bottom goes up on my hair with the ties to the back of my head. The tight part goes across my forehead to catch the sweat to keep it out of my eyes and glasses. How’s that for repurposing something! Oldest child told me it really looked hippy! Giggling. Lady in United thought it looked cute!

 

Sharon Dickerson must be feeling a little better. She made it to church today. The GI doctor has her lined up for surgery on Tuesday, so all we can do is pray that they get those stints out and that she gets better soon.

 

Just talked to Maggie Sewell. She went to our school reunion yesterday. She had to ask who a few folks were that she had not seen in ages, but then she saw R.G. Holland and his wife from Florida. She said that David liked the food at the reunion, but it doesn’t take much to make him happy. She was just glad that she had prepared breakfast that morning.

 

As much as cold weather hurts, Dear Hearts, this heat is going to be a booger. We might as well get used to seeing half naked people oozing around. Can’t get in any kind of a hurry when it is this hot. Have to water every plant that needs to stay alive and then hope the lakes hold out a few months until hurricane season gets back. That is what we look for in the fall to get any sign of rain. The hurricanes come in and the rain comes to us. Sorry about that.

 

Have to decide if food is needed before the afternoon is over. It just feels too hot to eat. Guess that is why ice cream is so popular in the summertime!

 

Let’s remember those up north and on the East Coast who are dealing with the smoke and humidity. That stuff has to be hard on old folks and anyone with asthma or allergies. May God bless them and clear the air for them.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.