Folks, we've been living under a hot and humid heavy hand of the weather Gods for what seems like weeks now. Just a short time outside the air conditioned walls of our comfy love nest results in sweat drenched T-shirts and beaded brow. It is too damn darn hot!
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This morning I threw caution to the wind (actually there was no wind so I guess I threw caution to the heavy humid air) and planted a crepe myrtle tree to take the place of our dear, departed bag worm infested arborvitae tree. I thought if I got our early enough this morning I could avoid ending up like a sweat drenched pig. Do pigs sweat? A sweat drenched human being then. And I did.
Not much going on around Casa Tipton-Kelly during this heat oppression. The heat and humidity has a way of sucking all the energy out of these two old married (recently) men.
A cold front is supposed to arrive later this afternoon. It's 4:24 pm now and thebeat heat continues.
I actually have a few good subjects to write about in this blog but I have to "feel the moment" and I'm just not feeling it now, so drained I am.
I think I'll update my Find a Grave.com account and post some more photos and memorials. Later on I'll watch one of my Netflix rentals. No doctor's appointments planned for this week (thank God). Actually, nothing in the offing this week except going to work on Wednesday and Thursday. Of course I could tackle my "Memory Room" downstairs and clean out some of my memorabilia that I've accumulated over the past seventy some years. Uh huh, sure. NOT.IN.THE.MOOD.
Here's a little video Bill took of me transplanting our newest addition to our family of plants around Casa Tipton-Kelly. Fascinating video. It's on You Tube folks. Let's see if it goes viral.
I'll be back tomorrow. I'm mulling over in my mind writing about my First Crush in high school. I got some pictures of that First Crush but I can't find that One Photo. So frustrating. When I'm looking for photos like this I often wonder what's going to happen to my treasure trove of photos when I'm gone. I know I shouldn't waste my time worrying about such a thing because it won't matter once I'm gone but I can't help but think that the rich history of my life will be lost and gone forever once I'm out of the picture.
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This morning I threw caution to the wind (actually there was no wind so I guess I threw caution to the heavy humid air) and planted a crepe myrtle tree to take the place of our dear, departed bag worm infested arborvitae tree. I thought if I got our early enough this morning I could avoid ending up like a sweat drenched pig. Do pigs sweat? A sweat drenched human being then. And I did.
Not much going on around Casa Tipton-Kelly during this heat oppression. The heat and humidity has a way of sucking all the energy out of these two old married (recently) men.
A cold front is supposed to arrive later this afternoon. It's 4:24 pm now and the
I actually have a few good subjects to write about in this blog but I have to "feel the moment" and I'm just not feeling it now, so drained I am.
I think I'll update my Find a Grave.com account and post some more photos and memorials. Later on I'll watch one of my Netflix rentals. No doctor's appointments planned for this week (thank God). Actually, nothing in the offing this week except going to work on Wednesday and Thursday. Of course I could tackle my "Memory Room" downstairs and clean out some of my memorabilia that I've accumulated over the past seventy some years. Uh huh, sure. NOT.IN.THE.MOOD.
Here's a little video Bill took of me transplanting our newest addition to our family of plants around Casa Tipton-Kelly. Fascinating video. It's on You Tube folks. Let's see if it goes viral.
I'll be back tomorrow. I'm mulling over in my mind writing about my First Crush in high school. I got some pictures of that First Crush but I can't find that One Photo. So frustrating. When I'm looking for photos like this I often wonder what's going to happen to my treasure trove of photos when I'm gone. I know I shouldn't waste my time worrying about such a thing because it won't matter once I'm gone but I can't help but think that the rich history of my life will be lost and gone forever once I'm out of the picture.
