Day One Hundred Eighty Five 2012

Grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.
~Lois Wyse

Day One Hundred Eighty Four 2012

The wind blew, the dark clouds rolled in, lightning streaked the sky, thunder rumbled, and we just knew this was it—rain was sure to fall on our parched yard.

And it did rain. Sort of. We’ll take whatever we can get and keep the faith that it will come again another day.

Day One Hundred Eighty Three 2012

Sister Jane, niece Sarah, niece Julia, daughter Kelly, grandson Knox and I enjoyed some time together at Poet’s On The Square coffeehouse this afternoon and cooled off with some tasty frozen drinks.

Knox tried on Sarah’s sunglasses for size. Perfect fit! Way cool time at Poet’s.

Day One Hundred Eighty Two 2012

IT WAS SO HOT…..

I tried to fry an egg on the street this afternoon (didn’t want to have to clean up the sidewalk where people walk—except that it was so hot, nobody was outside walking). Our local time and temperature channel said it was 105 degrees. You’d think that was hot enough to fry an egg on asphalt.

Nope! The egg white never did cook and the yellow popped and eventually dried up in the heat. So, no, it was not “hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk”—or on the street. Still, not a good day for anyone to be outside.

Day One Hundred Eighty One 2012

Summer has set in with its usual severity. ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
There’s nothing else I can add to that!
Happy TGIF, everyone!