It is hot here in the Ohio Valley. The air is thick. The grass is dry. (Which is weird considering how humid it is.) About the only thing blooming happily is the ragweed. And I am trying to remember back to the days when I thought spring would never come and it would never be warm again. Silly me. Now I'm praying for one nice hard freeze. (No, not really. That would mean all 118 plants would have to come inside and I am not ready for that.)
This weather promotes laziness around here. (Don't tell Josh I said that. He has been working hard outside, keeping his plants and the yard in great shape.) I have to agree with Lori, however. It's really easy to become a slug. (Do slugs survive in hot, nasty weather? That might be an incentive not to be one. Something to thing about.)
There isn't a whole lot going on in the heigh-ho house right now. We are still adjusting to our school schedule. (Jessi went back to school Monday so we can now add her to the mix of new schedules and stresses.) Some of us are gearing up for the big game on Sunday. (Some of us are going to find a good book to read while the big game is on.) Daddy's getting ready to have his gallbladder stuffed and mounted. (I wonder if they really do that?) And Mom will spend her fiftieth wedding anniversary taking care of him. Other than that, we are plodding along. Being a little lazy, but mostly sticking to the course. (Speaking of courses, we are also apparently preparing for the Ryders Cup. It's a golf thing. I'm not sure what kind of golf thing but it involves lots of spectators.)
Well, I am off to scramble some eggs and wake some bodies for a brand new day. I hope yours is as ordinary as mine!