dog days

there’s a kite in this picture.  can you see it?

The dog days are upon us and I, for one, am glad.  They can’t possibly be any worse than the two months we have already endured this summer and their coming means that summer is nearly over.  Not that I expect September to be any cooler really since it is easily as hot in September as it is in July, but the psychological impact has to count for something, right?  Right?  Oh, please tell me that I am right because I’m about ready to pack it up and head for anywhere it snows...permanently.  Although as irony would have it, the first two days of August were noticeably cooler.  By that I mean it barely got up to triple digits.  Actually, the past two mornings were rather nice.  I wasn’t hit immediately by a blast furnace of air when I opened the door about 7 AM to let the cat out.

here it is

It was a quiet weekend of cooking for the Granddaughter (I do the cooking when the grandkids come to visit, gives Husband a break) and the requisite cleaning afterwards.  Actually the cooking wasn’t that big a deal as all four of the g-kids love to help in the kitchen.  Then there was a water balloon fight with same which lasted about 2 minutes (she ambushed me, waiting for me to emerge from the house in my swim suit).  It took me half an hour to fill all those balloons!  Flew and lost a kite (it now hangs from the tree in the backyard of the neighbor across the street).  Went to my sister’s house for the Collecting Of The Eggs and Feeding Of The Chickens (kitchen scraps which we saved all weekend).  She wanted to make a paper machie piggy bank using one of the water balloons which, by the time we were through, she decided was an egg and not a pig.  And lots of reading.  Autumn still loves to have books read to her, chapter books, as she calls them. 

We made a further step in our oh-so-slow move to the country this weekend.  Since we are now spending 4 nights out of the week in the country, at least while we are between jobs, we moved the Real Actual Bed out there and brought the future guest room mattress back to the city.  We did not bring the extra bed frame though so the box spring and mattress are on the floor, kinda like being young and newly wed again.

My granddaughter asked me what we were going to do with the house when we got moved completely.  

“Just keep it I guess” I told her.

“You could let us use it” she says.

“Us as in who?” I asked her.

“Us kids,” she says, “we could have slumber parties there.”

Every teen movie that had a party while the parents were away went through my head.

“Sorry, hon,” I told her, “I don’t think that’s gonna happen."