Sometimes it feels like nothing is happening and sometimes everything happens at once.
It also feels like Summer will never die.
If Labor Day is the unofficial end of Summer, then old man Heat didn't get the memo. Neither did his friend, Humidity. It's so hot I can't even complain about the heat. The weather chic promises a "weekend cooldown." Unless it snows, I will not cool off.
In the last 3 weeks and 1 day since a blog posting, here's some of what has happened:
1. I've noticed a man that lives in our neighborhood is always on his porch. In a creepy way. Every time I drive down the street, I see him... staring. Any time of day or night, he's there. Now I tell myself, "Don't look, don't look." But, I do. And he's looking back. It's starting to give me the heebie jeebies.
2. We went to my parents' over the holiday weekend so the men folk could hunt doves. The women folk hunted bargains. It was boiling hot, so Dan/Daddy whacked off the boy's long pants into the shortest pair of camo short shorts I have ever seen. The boy said the doves flew away because they were blinded by the whiteness of his legs. Remind me to never let Dan/Daddy alter my clothes.
3. I started a new walking regimen. I walked for "health" before, but I have a new partner. She's a retired Marine. Yeah... I don't know what I was thinking. She said she wanted to walk for her health, but I suspect she's taken me on as a project.
On Day 3 of our walking, she suggested we add crunches. I suggested she was smoking something.
I gave her permission to ditch me, but she hasn't. I may not live till Halloween.
4. My email was hacked. More than once. A few of my friends were receiving links to something that I obviously did not send. The name was mine, but the email belonged to Benito Somebody. Really, Benito? You have nothing better to do?
5. The boy developed (another) mystery rash. (Way before the hunting trip.) This one started on his hands and arms and spread to his feet.
I took him to the doctor, sent pics of his arm to an ER Nurse friend, chased down a PA and another nurse at church, and made Dan/Daddy ask a surgeon friend of ours. I have no shame.
The diagnosis? No one knows what it is. Something he touched or brushed against caused a reaction. The doc prescribed steroid cream, and now everyone we know in the medical field is avoiding me.
6. College football has returned and all feels right with the world again. Turn up the TV, and bring out the food. Something containing cheese, please?
7. On a very very very very sad note... Our puppy was killed. I have been avoiding blogging about it partly because my heart is still breaking. I can't go into details without crying into the keyboard, but it was a traumatic accident. Dan/Daddy and the boy were there, but she didn't make it to the vet.
We have muddled through the last week, and we try to remember the sweet times with her.
If you don't mind, say a prayer for my little man... he's taking it in great stride, but I know it was hard to see and even harder to get over.
So sorry to end on a sad note.
I hope and pray wherever you are... you have a blessed weekend.
If it's cooler wherever you are... get ready. I am moving in.
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