The Stuff I’m Made Of
The stuff I thought I was made of, well . . . forget that. It only takes several day of heat and humidity and I wilt like a dandelion that has been hit with Roundup.
I did give it a shot outside early this morning. That didn’t last very long. It is amazing that as warm as it was, the biting black flies could almost smell my steamy flesh and swarmed in for a bite. Ish! I have gotten dehydrated in times past. Beware. It can happen fast. It doesn’t feel good as your heart does some fancy jumping and the black spots that you see are trying to keep in step with the jumping heart beat. Dehydration hits everyone differently. For Dennis he thinks he needs a nap. His napping wants to continue on and on and on. During that entire while he is hallucinating in his dreams. Once I had gotten a clue that he hadn’t been drinking water, he was a hard sell to wake up enough to begin drinking water. The best is to have something really sweet on hand to drink. That tip came from Dennis’ daughter . . . the nurse.
So it is in the Minnesota early summer when the heat comes on fast and furious. Our Mr. Moody, the carpenter, didn’t come today and if he had, I would have sent him packing.
For all those who come home today from having to have been at work . . . come home to rest yourselves! Nothing more needs to be done but to take care of yourselves. The remainder of the week looks to be quite nice. We are in a yo-yo type of weather pattern.
I did go down into the sewing studio and felt like a stranger. It will take a few day to orientate myself to get into a project. The first clue I had was I wouldn’t lay my hands on a single scissor. I must have really tidied up good when last I was in the sewing studio.
Take care. Be good to yourselves as you are stuck with yourself for what I hope is a long time.