Another wild week has sped by since last I wrote a post. Honestly, I don't know if it's the heat, or all the work and chores I've been doing, or...what exactly.
Last Thursday I had to move some of the furniture--crammed most of it into the back bedroom--because the carpet cleaning guy was coming first thing Friday morning. Nick helped me move the big stuff, then after he left, I spent a couple more hours rolling up rugs and stashing numerous smaller items in all the closets before collapsing in a sweaty heap of too hot and tired to do another thing.
So, up at 6:30am Friday, I vacuum the house for the next hour and a half and barely had time for a cup of coffee before the guy arrived. Still, getting the carpet cleaned was at the top of my Things To Get Done By Fall and I couldn't wait to cross that task off the list.
Friday turned out to be 103*. It nearly killed the carpet guy, though thankfully he managed to do an excellent job before he began to croak. I plied the man with endless glasses of water, and fortunately all ended well with the carpet now looking brand new. I'm pretty sure he was really sorry to be scheduled to work that day.
The new fittings arrived on Saturday for the last three lights in the kitchen and Nick got them installed in a matter of minutes. I love the clean, clear look of the glass shades; they sparkle like crystal and make me smile. It's amazing how just a few little fixtures can change a room so much, and with minimum expense if they're on sale. And you know a guy named Nick.
Then, as the day wore on, Saturday became utterly unbearable...for breathing, moving, eating. Being alive. The heat was brutal; the burning asphalt road to Hell sounds about right. By early evening, it was so humid, my hair frizzed. I don't have the kind of hair that frizzes.
The Arts Festival--a once-a-year event that's usually really fun--was taking place all weekend and we'd planned to go, but it was just too flaming hot. I felt bad for the craft and food vendors...but especially for the bands trying to play music in the swelter.
Sunday...more of the same: heat, humidity, brain fry. Nick and I went out to lunch, then sat in his backyard under some trees where there was a tiny breeze. Or maybe it was just me wheezing while my lungs tried to inhale water instead of air.
This huge Monarch butterfly wandered past, picked a leaf and didn't move for the rest of the afternoon. So, it wasn't just me then...
I don't have a clear picture about everything I've done between Monday and right now, but I have managed to keep busy on the chores list and even finished the closet sorting that I started two weeks ago, and all the drawers and cabinets in the bathroom, and loads of other stuff that I can't remember, thanks to the mind-melting heat.
Long holiday weekend ahead, and although several plans are on the table, Nick and I haven't decided what we're doing yet. My vote is to fly to some Norwegian fjord and throw myself into the icy cold water but at the moment no one else seems interested in that brilliant idea.
So, dear readers, in case I lose myself in the space/time continuum again...or melt into a gooey human puddle as the heatwave rolls on...and on...
Have a safe, wonderful and Happy 4th of July...