Tuesday 8/15 As I type, it’s 101° outside. If I could simply sit quietly in the shade, it wouldn’t bother me. It’s very dry heat. However, I had to water some pots. They were the ones in the shade. (Those in the sun will get water after dinner.) That helped, but still, just walking around dragging the hose was a sweaty experience. it was nice to be outside despite the sweaty heat. Sunday was hot outside, too, but I wore…
That’s me. And it’s never so obvious to me as in late spring, with Oregon’s on and (mostly) off sunshine. On a sunny day I can get right to things. On a cloudy day, with or without rain, it takes half the day to get revved up. It does not help that my inner two year old controls my sleep pattern. 1 am: “I need to go to bed.” “No!” 2 am “I need to go to bed.” “No!” 3…
But still too hot! We went to the mall for me to order new glasses, and then stopped at Fred Meyer’s for some fresh vegetables and canned tomato puree and cream. Both of us were wiped out when we got home two hours after we left. Of course partly it was because the a/c in my car died last month. But still! 75° = perfect 85° = hot, not bad for summer 90°s = too hot, miserable, but I’ll live…
So…. at 3:30 am on February 13 the ice storm in progress at the time took out our power. Half the city’s, I think. My brother and sister-in-law have had their move to Oregon baptized in fire and ice, not to mention not being able to get out and meet new people because of covid. And they haven’t been here a year, yet. Obviously, I didn’t get my laundry done. I spent a few hours at my sister’s on two…