I didn’t sleep well again last night. I suspect I was too warm. After all, I should sleep well when I am not in pain and have no big worries. However, I’ve reached the age when I am awakened several times in the night some noise, or by heat or cold. Although we are running the AC, I still manage to overheat. After the storm last evening, the temps fell to 78 degrees by 9 PM, but the humidity is awful.
I’ve not been a fan of summer lately.
I can recall vividly the last days of fifth grade, sitting in our sweltering classroom, longing for the outdoors and the end of school. I had more tolerance for summer in those pre-AC days.
After school and in summer, we would run and play softball on the golf course that wrapped around our development, prowling through the “rough” and along the branches of the creek running on the sides of the fairways, catching crayfish, and falling in. We knew every inch of those places. I got sweaty, hot and dirty in summer, and often wet, but it didn’t bother me.
Nobody in my mostly blue-collar neighborhood played golf, so we figured the golf course and its surrounds were for local kids. When we reached high school we learned the golf course was for the (white) doctors, lawyers, bankers and mill owners who lived on the other side of the RR tracks.
One kid I knew whose parents worked in the Sylvania factory at the edge of our development, became a caddie for these people. He earned enough money to help pay for his own golfing equipment and greens fees, and he learned enough about golf to eventually become a professional player who entered PGA tournaments. About the size of Mickey Rooney, he was a determined little guy.
These summer days, I am grateful I am not in a hotter part of the US, and think of fall.
From FB, year ago. One hot day, a woman in Texas felt sorry for the squirrels. She put a bowl of ice on her deck and posted a photo of what happened next.
Our two escape artists, Johnny and Clare, just ran out the front door. David was attempting to pull the empty box from our Amazon Prime order through the door to break it down for the recycle bin.
While I held the door open and called, and David (who let them out) stood in the driveway, waving his arms like a windmill, several of our neighbors herded the two through the open door. This is a regular occurrence when these boxes arrive. These neighbors are so kind to us.
I order bulk items like coffee and tea; dog food, treats, and pee pads; laundry and dish washer detergent; toilet paper and paper towels; kitchen trash bags, and indoor and outdoor bird seed from Amazon so that David doesn’t have to haul them from the store every time we run out. Besides we pay less for bulk items and the shipping is free with Prime membership. All my orders are billed to my AMEX, which awards me points. I earned enough points last month to pay for a new set of baby clothes for Lil Chris.
Its better than shopping at Costco or Petco or any big box store which requires too much walking on concrete floors for people with disabilities.