I am realizing that the hot weather has lent an unfamiliar shape to my days. For so long, living in California, mornings were a time to putter and wait for the fog to burn off. Here, it is so brutally hot most days that you need to get outdoor activities handled before about 9:30AM or else they will languish.
At least if you are someone unused to the torpor brought on by heat and humidity. I'd always assumed that I would welcome the warmth -- and I do -- but it definitely curtails my movements. How I wish I lived in a place that had siesta!
We finally bit the bullet and bought a lawnmower yesterday. This morning Aaron christened it by mowing one side of the front lawn, which promptly caused the mower to spew oil and stop altogether. Seemed fitting, as if our reluctance caused the machine to lose it's mojo. It knew it wasn't really wanted.
In this short time blogging tonight I have been interrupted 3 times by the appearance of a very large bug. I hate that I am so thoroughly creeped out by certain insects. This one required Aaron's intervention since there was no way I was going to be able to get near enough to kill it. My sweet husband was all tucked in cozy in bed, and each time I screamed he got up and chased the bug until he was able to catch it and flush it down the toilet. Score one for having been brought up in El Paso.
I will be going out of town for a few days after the 4th of July holiday to manage a workshop. Then a few days after that Olivia and I will be going to Illinois to help a friend of mine expand her business. I am looking forward to stretching my muscles, as far as work goes. This trying to fit work in around Olivia's nap schedule has been challenging and I usually end up working on stuff late at night when the household is asleep.
So we'll see how this summer ends up: a little work for me, some time apart again for Aaron and I, visits with people I haven't seen in a while. The mish-mash of getting your legs under you again.
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