July 7 – North Liberty, Iowa

Yes, it is hot – 101 –  according to weather.com when I looked earlier today; I don’t know what it is right now because I am in the AC while others are not . . . It just worked out that way. UPDATE: I just looked and it is 90 but feels like 100.

BUT, ACTUALLY, I HAVE NOT REALLY DISLIKED THE HEAT.

It has reminded me of actually living; we have had cold cuts and fruits and veggies for lunch – a tablecloth with a watermelon print and lots of iced tea. Some of us have made trips to the place (Dirty John’s) where they have more beer labels than you can count . . . and have come back with purchases. We have watched movies on a  BIG SCREEN TV (by my standards) and, wait for it, old Marx Brothers shows.

Uh, and, oh, yeah, we did go to a barbeque place that had great food . . . and air-conditioning.

I have a new member for our colony back at the PBC&R – a stuffed shark from Jody’s room, one of her favorite friends. Picture to come.

When we first got to LZP’s, I announced I was making myself at home; a couple of days later, he realized I meant it, but he’s been a good sport. I napped on the sofa while three of the Der Bingle brothers told stories and woke up to hear one of them say, “Well, something didn’t work and I jumped out of the bed and yelled, ‘I want morphine.'” Then they all laughed and I nodded off again.

Stories of Dad this and Dad that and Uncle Joe, and Grandpa Vance’s dry humor, and Grandma Vance’s feisty persona.

I’ve had a real good time