I had to wear a long-sleeved shirt and even button down the sleeves this morning.
Thank goodness, it cooled off for a while overnight. We have another scorcher ahead and still no sign of rain for the next ten days.
I can't remember any heat wave this stubborn and long-lasting ever AND we know it's just the 15th of July.
This is normally the time when warm, dry and occasionally hot weather replaces the cold, wet days of June and often early July.
Time to talk to the weather gods, I guess, and ask for a break, any kind of break, or we could have a disastrous summer.
Bill purchased a solar-powered fence charger and the needed fencing to rope off a portion of a grassy area next to the lane, which used to be cut for hay.
Thankfully, the fence works well, and one little nose nudge apiece from each horse taught immediate respect.
This success added to our pasture area, which is good because they were pretty much eaten down.
We would like to hold off on the hay field as long as possible to allow for late-summer and fall pasture, especially because CB will be home in a couple of weeks.
Yesterday Mary took him on an early-morning trail ride with friends to Gold Hill.
She said he's pretty good at going up hill but a little dicey on the downhill because he can't quite figure out what to do with those hind legs.
It takes time for young horses to adjust to their own mode of moving with weight on their back. With time and more trails, CB will learn.
In other news, I'm finally getting around to posting a picture of my friend Pat and his wife Monica.
Sunday evening, he provided us a much welcome and genuine Sandpoint moment.
Pat's lifelong sense of humor has delighted many many people over the years.
Have I ever told about the time I watched him drive his motorcycle up the steep set of stairs next to the old Donkey Jaw now known as Eichardts?
If not, I'm just sayin' I saw it happen with my very own eyes.
By that time, he had graduated on from the tricycle which bucked him off right onto the stage floor during an early 1970s Drill Team Variety Show at what's now the middle school.
We saw Pat the other night at a restaurant and had a nice visit in the waiting area before being called to our table.
About halfway into our dinner, Pat came over and stared at our food. He said he was still waiting for his.
So, we took a napkin gave him some diced up tomato which Annie, not a tomato love, had donated to the group.
Pat seemed happy and returned to his table.
Less than five minutes later, he returned, still looking longingly at our food because they had not yet been served.
I gave him a steaming hot sweet-potato fry and told him to cut it up when he got back to the table and to be sure to share with Monica.
Apparently, the handout did the trick until their food arrived.
Later, we walked over, not to stare but for me to take a picture of Pat eating what appeared to be ribs.
He did not offer us any of his food, which mildly disappointed me, but then I know Pat.
And, what's not to love about Pat.
It was a lovely interlude at the end of a hot day, and I felt very good about my generosity with an old friend afterward.
In even more "other" news, my brother has a shiny new pickup. He brought it over, along with my sisters to show it to us last night.
Showing off the new rigs to other family has been a tradition for years. So, it was nice to stand around and admire the Chevy, which is so new that it came off the hauling truck Monday night.
I love the color AND the bling. Plus, I noticed this morning that I actually took a selfie while photographing its front bumper.
Pickin' and grinnin' time has started here at the Lovestead. I've been picking raspberries and blueberries this week AND realizing that the millions of blueberries on the bushes might need a little extra water.
Normally, I don't water blueberries because Mother Nature usually supplies enough, but I think a little moisture would increase the berry size.
Finally, I enjoyed a nice lunch with my friend Becky at the Hope floating restaurant yesterday. Twas mighty humid out that way but still lovely admiring the flowers and enjoying the conversation.
Today Bill has headed off for one of his day-long excursions to Smith Creek, which is northwest of Bonners Ferry. Says he'll be back by early evening.
Annie has stayed a couple of extra days and will be volunteering for Debbie at the Food Bank.
I'll be climbing aboard my lawnmower, trying to clean up what's now a pretty dirty and dusty lawn.
I'm certain that a good shower and discarding of dirty clothes will follow.
Hope everyone stays cool today.
Happy Wednesday, and, if you know Pat, tell him that he and his bone made the blog!
1 comment:
We haven't heard much about the banjo lessons lately. Did I miss something or is that a cold weather activity?
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