With a heat pump, I have no right to complain about weather over 90 degrees, right? But I do hate being cooped up inside, except for watering my flowers and deliberately spraying myself with water while doing so. Whatever works! 🥵
One of the highlights of yesterday was making homemade bubble solution. My littles love the stuff! Then I realized that I had no funnel. Oops!
Fortunately, I located a wider mouthed container, so I resolved that issue.
And it does work, although not as prolifically as the store-bought product. I can live with that and so can my pocketbook.
On the first day of Sharky’s summer break, Older Daughter taught him how to eat lunch off a tray in their much cooler basement. I hope that was our hottest day for a while!
Younger Daughter is settling into her new place–with the usual bumps in the road. Where are Anders’ Duplos? (big Lego bricks) How does she keep her bigger house cool with only one portable A/C unit? And how will she manage without laundry facilities for the week? Costco did deliver her washer and dryer yesterday, but also discovered a leak, so they couldn’t hook them up. That will mean a plumber to fix the problem and then rescheduling the hook-up. House ownership can be a real PITA! And expensive, as her wise mother warned her…
As for Anders and Ian, I think they’re confused, and possibly unsettled– especially Anders who said, when he couldn’t see my daughter, “She went to Mama’s house.” In his mind, the rental is still home; I’m sure he’ll adjust quickly though. Today, YD had to pick him up from daycare for misbehavior. 🙁 He wasn’t listening and ended up pulling the fire alarm, necessitating an evacuation of the daycare. YD was embarrassed and worried, talking about taking him to a behavioral therapist. He’ll be three in July; in my opinion, a therapist would tell her that this is normal behavior for that age and stage. But we also don’t want to ignore or brush off worrisome behaviors and acting out. I told her (not harshly, just realistically) to get used to the parental concerns and constant second guessing; I’m still experiencing them with “children” of nearly 40 and 36 years old. And why does a daycare have a fire alarm within reach of a toddler?
While looking for a different photo, I stumbled upon this one of YD; doesn’t Ian resemble her in the prior picture? Since she looks like me, does that mean Ian does as well? Poor kid.
Photo credit: Nancy Nelson
My former colleague Nancy has such a stunning view of Mount Rainier (Tahoma) from her house; this is exactly what I see on my way home from John’s. When she’s out, which she has been a lot lately!
While helping weed whack at YD’s house, I spotted some hydrangeas in her back yard; they reminded me of my parents’ place and their beautiful flowers. I miss my childhood home and my parents so much.
This one is a mountain hydrangea according to my research. Is it also called a lacecap?
This afternoon I managed my first walk for several days due to moving, babysitting, helping, heat and ennui. This is when I first started, before I got red-faced and sweaty. My week has and will include several lunches out, a T-ball game (Sharky), babysitting Ian for Anders’ gymnastics, an appointment to look at the moss on my roof ($$$) and another bid to stain and repair my 30-year-old deck. (more $$$) Life really is a mix of the fine and not-so-fine, isn’t it?
For some giggles, go here. Star Trek lovers only: My older daughter and late husband preferred the original series whereas I’m a much bigger fan of the Next Generation. My husband disliked (really hated) Counselor Troi, especially when she wore the revealing outfits in the early seasons. “That’s not a uniform! What does she do anyway? She serves no useful purpose!” He couldn’t stand Will Riker (too arrogant) and neither one of us liked Troi’s mother or Q. As for the original series, Kirk was a womanizer, the sets were cheesy, like the Styrofoam rocks and some of the episodes were godawful–Space Hippies anyone?
And although Sharky isn’t fazed, when I first watched that particular scene as a child, I was terrified. Of course, I continue to be scared of “The Wizard of Oz” and avoid watching it at all costs. I guess I’m just a wimp. 🙂
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