For a person who has been journaling for 40 years, the transition to blogging should have been easier. I blame it on the heat. We're back in the midst of brain melting heat.
It's warping all my brain waves! On Sunday night, after a trip to Wally World with Andy to buy him a new fan, I was sitting here, relaxing with a glass of Crystal Light lemonade, IMing with my one of my heroes, TrikerDave when Mark comes storming down the stairs, a 'deer in the headlight' look in his eyes.
"I can't stand it!" he cries as he storms past me, yanking open the door to the garage.
I calmed him down to find that the heat in the bedroom has reached the melting stage. He is on his way to the garage to find the window air to install in the bedroom.
Note: Our house, built 163 years ago, does not have central air. Last summer, our first in this humble abode, we had three bad days. Most of the summer, the cool breezes coming up the hill, kept us comfortable. Last winter, while researching a high efficiency furnace, we decided that the cost of adding whole house air, thousands of dollars and much reconstruction, was not cost efficient.
He looked so frazzled, I let him break my rule...Until that moment, the chances of gaining permission from me, the queen, to install a window air in any window on the front side of the house (appearances, appearances) was nil. Sunday night, I caved in.
I HATE air conditioning. It does strange things to my sinus cavities as well as my claustrophobia. I love windows open, air circulating. Closed bedroom doors are not for me. Sunday night was a test.
We closed the door and cranked up the air. Although the boys are 16 and 18, soon to be 17 and 19, I worried. What if they needed me and I couldn't hear them?
Unconfortable, I drift off to sleep...suddenly I am awakened by a loud and unfamiliar noise. Not taking time to try to identify it in my sleep befuddled state, I head for the door. Mark calls to me.
"I heard a noise!" I scream.
"Everything's okay," says he. "Come back to bed, it was just me, farting."
After reassuring me that it was not a bomb in the garage, or the 40 foot locust in the front yard falling, I came back to bed. As I drifted back to sleep, I heard him chuckle. It was a good one. A fart to remember. One that will be remembered fondly for years to come. Men!
On the sock front, the toe-up sock is coming along nicely. The only thing I hadn't considered was gauge. This wonderful yarn, Dancing by Knit Picks, is knitting up at 12 stitches and 14 rows per inch. These socks are going to take forever! I can't imagine knitting socks for the guys in this yearn, even though I'm sure they would love them. By the way...the yarn is on sale. I paid $3.99 per skein...it's now on their web site for $2.99! I'm still in awe of LynnH's toe up pattern. Check it out!!
We had some thunderstorms yesterday. Right after the sun went down, the temperature dropped a bit, just enough to feel like moving. I did a quick clean up of the house, dusting and sweeping, so things are pretty much 'company ready' for the day. My statement that the coffee's always on and the door's always open makes it a necessity. This morning I have nothing to do but amuse myself. Andy works, Tony has a 7:AM t-time (still too hot for me to golf) If it gets hot, I'll close myself up in the bedroom to read.
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