Heat

Scorcher, as predicted. We sit in our steaming house with all the windows open, two fans pushing around the hot air, and a curly dog tucked under our feet...the floor apparently the exact place to be.

Ann and I promised each other we'd go for a swim or for a workout at the Y, but neither of us can muster up enough energy to do anything other than pour ourselves another glass of iced lemonade.

The radio is on and during every break they announce the temperature. 72 degrees was the temperature at 7:30 this morning, then it rose to 78, then 82, and then 88. Just now I heard the announcer decry 92 at 1:40 p.m.

This does not look promising.

We took Rubin to the lake this morning. We walked through the woods and ended up at the edge of the water where he was more than ready to dive right in. Since he's just a pup and the waves can be a bit overwhelming, we purchased a floatation device for him yesterday (the flyer with the vest insisted this was not a life vest, but rather a floatation device!). He was skeptical of it yesterday when we went o visit our friends Doris and Stephen who have a small pool built into their backyard. He sort of flopped around in it, worried by the straps that dangled at his feet. Actually, Rubin was skeptical of the pool itself, but once he found the short step leading into the clear, blue water, he tumbled right in.

His bravery waivered though after he swam across the pool responding to Ann's call and shortly realized there was NOT a short step OUT of the pool. After a wee bit of panic, we swooped him out of the water and he raced around the edges of the pool while we took a swim to cool off.

This morning we strapped him into his floatation device, threw his favorite blue ball with the orange string into the water, and off he went fashionably dressed in lifesaving orange!

Not much to do today but find a cool place to rest and perhaps finish the young adult fiction book I've been reading. The cool places are far and in between though, so I may have to join Rubin on the floor.