The Terrarium
These last days have felt as if a terrarium has captured us and slammed the lid shut. I know the heat and humidity will pass. I also know that my Mama didn’t raise no fool. It’s a matter of doing what must be done in a way that takes the least amount of exposure to the sun. In this type of weather no one is racing through their day without plenty of hydration. On most days I drink half of my weight in water. Days such as we have had . . . the red Solo cup is catching hell oftener.
Every year during the fair, there is a tractorcade that leaves the fairgrounds at eight in the morning, drives to LaSalle, eight miles out, and then back to have lunch at Olson Diesel on highway 169, about three miles out of town. Dennis went and put gas in his Cub Lo-Boy. I didn’t ask, I didn’t comment. This afternoon when he and I had our coffee break, he had decided not to take part. I was very relieved. There are some things, no matter how good the intentions are, that should not be taken part of. This is the type of weather where it is stressed to keep an eye on children and the elderly. If it were a forecast of comfortable weather . . . it would be a different story.
I got Dennis involved today surfing the web. Success. Dennis found a site that had the center hub of the steering wheel for his Cub Lo-Boy. It had the correct model number and we have an order coming. There were more sites that he was looking at for a fender mounted radio, but eventually the eyes and the mouse finger was weary. All in all it was a good afternoon.