It’s Hot . . .

What can I say? It’s hot. Very hot. And, I’m loving it.

Laurinda and I were talking about the altered state that happens during a heat wave that brings with it nostalgia for simpler, not necessarily easier, days.

It’s a perfect time to get lost in a book and that’s exactly what I’m doing. That, and not much else.


I’m happy to go through this heat with the option to come inside and cool off as needed, but I’d rather be outside. I spent a lot of years without AC here in Kamloops. Heat stroke is a very real thing. Ask me how I know.

It’s about to get too hot for the pups, so we’ll spend more time indoors over the next few days. We’ll sneak out to the shade in the backyard now and then and maybe we’ll linger. Maya would be content in the house while I stayed outside, but Murphy and I are joined at the metaphorical hip. He wouldn’t tolerate the separation for long.

We’ll survive on salad, ice cream, and cold tea (Gerry and me— the pups), and water the gardens early. We’ll work on the jigsaw puzzle and read and write and read and read.

Sounds pretty sweet to me.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here most mornings with a photo and a few words about ordinary extraordinary things and, sometimes, thin places where faith intersects.
2 comments
  1. That does sound pretty sweet. I’m enjoying the beautiful blue skies every morning, and even waking up a little earlier to enjoy a bit of coolness (relatively speaking). I spent about a half hour in the garden this morning and that was it… started to feel a bit woozy. I can’t imagine not being able to get out of the heat!

  2. Sounds a lot the status of things at our home, except cats instead of dogs. Our temps are much the same, and we are reading and listening to music. What else is a heat wave intended for?

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