Well, it has been over 100 degrees for several days now. The incessant rains from spring are long ago evaporated. My last post questioned if it was summer yet, and, now, I am sure it is. How can I tell? Let's see, I have made the 13 hour trip home to Alabama. Summer school has been completed by sonny boy. Hope has been to girl scout camp. Hope has swimmer's ear, always a must-do for summer. Molly has been arguing with her brother enough to just about drive me mad, and, my husband has returned from a 10 day fishing trip to Canada.
Today, Casey decided to shave is head. That's right, he's completely bald! He comes and knocks on the bathroom door and says, "Can you come help me?" I reply, "I am busy, just a minute." Less than five minutes later, he is now in his bathroom. I go knock on the door and say, "What did you need help with?" "Never mind," he replies. So, I go about my business. Next thing I know, he appears in the doorway with just the top of his head shaved down to about a fourth of an inch, except for the spots where it is all the way down to the scalp. He has decided to shave his head apparently. Great, we are due for an appointment in less than an hour. I searched out the hair clippers that I thought we had. Located them and opened up the box. I've never actually used them. I don't even know how to put the attachment on. So, anyway, after some fumbling, I figure it out and get them going. I started cutting his hair with them and, finally, I have is all even and it looks O. K., not great. (Except for the few spots on top that he has down to the scalp.) Thinking, this is over, I go ahead and get myself ready while he takes a shower. Twenty minutes before appointment time, I knock on the door and say we need to be leaving. A few minutes later, he comes to the kitchen ready to go. Only now, he decided to shave his head with a razor and he is partly bald, but with large unruly patches of hair on the back of his head. Aye, ya, ya! Just put on a cap, we have to go.
It was tuna salad and cold fruit for dinner at my house. I couldn't bear to turn on the stove in this heat. I also waited until 7:30 P. M. to start doing the laundry. I am trying to not heat up the house any more than possible during the hottest part of the day. We also keep having to fill the rain barrel up with the water hose so that it can be added to the decorative pond the next day. There are fish in there and the water keeps evaporating in this heat. My water bill is going to be outrageous!
So, to sum it all up; I am melting in this heat, Mr. Clean now lives at my house, and I am draining Beaver Lake to fill a small pond in my yard. Yep, it is definitely, summer, and insanity is just around the corner.
Look at these two!! I can't believe I got a shot of them before school. Last year, I got nothing from him and a hurried pouty-face from her.
