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Last week we couldn’t shake the wind, the clouds, or the cooler temperatures. Pull out a snuggly blanket and hunker down with a good book inside. Heath asked what he should wear home from Michigan. Should he wear shorts? I told him it was completely up to him since the temps had been so low. Thursday had turned out to be a nice day. The nicest day of the week but I wasn’t holding my breath for it to last.

Then Friday hit with highs in the low 80’s. Heath wore jeans home. I thought he might check his weather app but he listened to me and wore the jeans. We met for lunch and afterward he quickly changed into a pair of shorts.

102

This is what my van read at the school this afternoon. It was stifling hot.

Originally my plan was to float in the pool solo while the kids were at school. Somehow I didn’t get around to it. I cleaned a bathroom and rearranged Gwen’s room. I don’t know what possessed me to do it. Both rooms are upstairs where it is a good 20 degrees warmer than downstairs. I had also pulled out all the fans for the season to stir up the air in the vaulted front entryway. I almost forgot how noisy summer is at my house. It’s white noise but kind of like deafening white noise.

Lately this creativity bug keeps biting. The problem is I don’t know what it is I want to do. I just know I need to do something creative. So I clean and rearrange furniture trying come up with creative solutions in my home.

103

This is what the van said as soon as I pulled into the garage. The garage gets hot hot hot in the summer. Today I cracked the garage doors and opened the back door to let the air circulate. With no breeze to speak of the air is still pretty stagnant and oppressive.

Gavin texted me that his bus was a no show and that all the kids were gone. I love how he never asks for help. It’s just this weird update on his stranded situation. I told him I would pick him up. So out we went for Gavin. The 103 temperature never did go back down. Whether it was 102 or 103 today it was stinking hot. The air conditioner is struggling to keep up even with all the fans that normally help.

Oh, and the bus did show up. Gavin was too busy playing on his phone to notice. I don’t know what to do with that child!

The pool water feels like bathtub water. I’m not even kidding. Parker and I got in and tried to stir it up before letting Gwen in. The top layer was burning hot. The cold water on the bottom of the pool wasn’t even very cold. It just felt refreshing. Stir it all up and the water was delightful.

Highs should be in the 80’s for the rest of the week. That’s more like it. I love 80’s and 90’s in the summer. Those few days where we soar into the triple digits are brutal. This house can’t handle the heat. We have come up with solutions to help like the gazebo behind the house and the fans inside the heat trap. They are no match for triple digits though. A pool evening will be quite lovely.

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