Air Conditioning

Did I say it felt like summer? Silly me. I thought I could get away with wearing flip flops today but gave up partway through the morning when my feet started turning blue. I have memories of a distant summer, the summer of 1992. It was the year of the cold summer, the one where our garden veggies turned white because the nights were too cold. I would recall only two hot and humid days that entire summer. It was the year we bought seven half-price airline tickets and took our five children on a three week vacation to New Mexico. I vowed to move to Albuquerque if we ever had another summer like that. I'm hoping I don't have to rent a truck...

I honestly don't know what to do on days like this. We had three small grandchildren. There was no sense in trying to clean. It was cold inside and cold outside. (Sixty-two degrees Fahrenheit is cold, right?) I decided, against my better judgement, to make cookies. Baking doesn't really warm up the house, you know? All the heat stays inside the oven unless you prop the door open and the cookies don't bake evenly that way.

I opted not to take "the wild ones" over to Bethany's yard sale. I had a flashback to last week's visit to Target and realized that our presence might be more of a hindrance than a help. Simon decided not to be quiet during rest time... He did not get a cookie for an afternoon snack. I warned him and he laughed. Guess he thought I was kidding. I wasn't.

Would you believe I am wrapped in an afghan? I have shoes and socks on but my feet are still cold. For heaven's sake, it isn't snowing or anything! What I'd really like to do is submerge myself in a tub of hot water or crawl under my bed covers. What I probably should do is hop on the treadmill and get my blood pumping... Ah... maybe I'll have one of those cookies instead. (ha ha!)