The Big Green House

Friday, July 25, 2003

 

Summertime Blues

Summer is making me torpid. I just want to sit on the porch with Science Girl and tug on another in a series of Red Seals as we wait for autumn to arrive, while John Coltrane gently dissects �My Favorite Things� on the stereo and Lucy moves from shade to sun to shade again in her ongoing pursuit of the ideal snoozing site. They don�t pay me for that, however, so here I am.

I�ve figured out why the 97 degree days in California didn�t bother me nearly as much as the 80 degree days in Washington do (and feel free to sing along if you know the words): it�s not the heat, it�s the humidity.

Yep.

When the well runs dry, you can always bitch about the weather.

Or you can go to the Ballard SeafoodFest, which we will (more than likely) do on Sunday. SG can get her fill of fish snacks and I can get my groove on to Wylie and the Wild West. Actually, I wouldn�t mind seeing The Squirrels on Saturday, but Lucy has an appointment with the groomer at 8:00 AM sharp. I will probably be wiped out for the rest of the day, but that was the only time they could squeeze her in & the poor little critter is burning up in this heat. It always comes back to the heat.

bmarkey 7/25/2003 07:09:00 PM