Imagine, pulling back the sheets on your bed, ready to jump in and warm your tootsies when you suck in a breath then let it out with a scream. Your voice permeates the darkened landscape, and the entire neighborhood knows how you feel when you witness that disgusting eight-legged creature hop toward you.
That aptly describes my vacation.
Do we get do-overs?
Not.
The temperature varied from day to day, 101, 102, 104, 108, shall I go on? My air conditioner could not keep up. Instead it chugged along, rarely shutting down, the air lukewarm at best.
I don't do well in the heat. It fries my brain making me irritable and crazy. On the fourth of July, we spent fourteen hours in extreme heat. The pool was like a bathtub, so I heard. I caused one little fracas that banned me from my pool (family) so I had to sit out. I joined my sister-in-law at the lake, but there were so many boats it caused our swim area to turn brown and the weeds were, well, disgusting to say the least. However, that did not stop the little ones from getting wet.
My five year-old niece dropped her water pistol so I elegantly balanced on the side of a cement barrier, and stepped down to retrieve it for her.(She's scared of the water.) My sandal went out from underneath me and the rest is history. I remember thinking: This is it. I'm going to fall. I mentally shrugged and willed myself to relax. They say I did a lovely pirouette which surprised me as I never took ballet. Tap yes, tippee-tow dancing, no.
Then it was: are you all right? did you hurt yourself? are you OK?
I'm fine, just fine. In fact, I'm so fine I get tired of telling people I'm fine. My sister-in-law breaks out into garrulous guffaws. The loudest I've heard in years. Glad I was able to tickle someones funny bone. Of course, my foot hurt like the dickens, but I wouldn't tell anyone. My ribs were sore and well, the Crohn's has been having a field day since my Humira stopped. Now that I have it again, I'm waiting (taps fingers).
It was too hot for Bingo--big money prize there--too hot for walking--it is a beautiful area--too hot for doing anything but sitting or swimming. My son-in-law took the family out on a boating adventure. The others were at the pool where I was banned, so I sat in the sun and refried my brain once my hair dried.
My son barbequed some tri-tip (it was perfect) and the food adventure began. I ate what I wanted and did pretty well, until nature reared its ugly head. By the time dusk fell, I was pretty much out of it. I just wanted to go home. Which is when my two sons and their wives ditched us. They opted for air conditioning instead of fireworks. We couldn't miss the show, my granddaughter only had me and her grandfather to watch her and we couldn't let her down. We'd tough it out.
When she started crying because of a tiff with her two cousins, I lost it. I must have sounded like a blithering idiot. I'm sure the rest of the family thought so.
By Sunday, even my daughter had fun harping on me. Aside from her and one son no one else was speaking to me. As it was the last day of my vacation, the heat let up. But by then the long awaited time-off was over. Our real estate agent told us when we bought the property twelve years ago that people who live here, vacation where they live.
Note to self: Not a good idea.
(((hugs)))
Louann
That aptly describes my vacation.
Do we get do-overs?
Not.
The temperature varied from day to day, 101, 102, 104, 108, shall I go on? My air conditioner could not keep up. Instead it chugged along, rarely shutting down, the air lukewarm at best.
I don't do well in the heat. It fries my brain making me irritable and crazy. On the fourth of July, we spent fourteen hours in extreme heat. The pool was like a bathtub, so I heard. I caused one little fracas that banned me from my pool (family) so I had to sit out. I joined my sister-in-law at the lake, but there were so many boats it caused our swim area to turn brown and the weeds were, well, disgusting to say the least. However, that did not stop the little ones from getting wet.
My five year-old niece dropped her water pistol so I elegantly balanced on the side of a cement barrier, and stepped down to retrieve it for her.(She's scared of the water.) My sandal went out from underneath me and the rest is history. I remember thinking: This is it. I'm going to fall. I mentally shrugged and willed myself to relax. They say I did a lovely pirouette which surprised me as I never took ballet. Tap yes, tippee-tow dancing, no.
Then it was: are you all right? did you hurt yourself? are you OK?
I'm fine, just fine. In fact, I'm so fine I get tired of telling people I'm fine. My sister-in-law breaks out into garrulous guffaws. The loudest I've heard in years. Glad I was able to tickle someones funny bone. Of course, my foot hurt like the dickens, but I wouldn't tell anyone. My ribs were sore and well, the Crohn's has been having a field day since my Humira stopped. Now that I have it again, I'm waiting (taps fingers).
It was too hot for Bingo--big money prize there--too hot for walking--it is a beautiful area--too hot for doing anything but sitting or swimming. My son-in-law took the family out on a boating adventure. The others were at the pool where I was banned, so I sat in the sun and refried my brain once my hair dried.
My son barbequed some tri-tip (it was perfect) and the food adventure began. I ate what I wanted and did pretty well, until nature reared its ugly head. By the time dusk fell, I was pretty much out of it. I just wanted to go home. Which is when my two sons and their wives ditched us. They opted for air conditioning instead of fireworks. We couldn't miss the show, my granddaughter only had me and her grandfather to watch her and we couldn't let her down. We'd tough it out.
When she started crying because of a tiff with her two cousins, I lost it. I must have sounded like a blithering idiot. I'm sure the rest of the family thought so.
By Sunday, even my daughter had fun harping on me. Aside from her and one son no one else was speaking to me. As it was the last day of my vacation, the heat let up. But by then the long awaited time-off was over. Our real estate agent told us when we bought the property twelve years ago that people who live here, vacation where they live.
Note to self: Not a good idea.
(((hugs)))
Louann
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