Pottermom dropped by during her vacation to remark that she hoped our air conditioner was installed – it was – and to remark it had snowed while they were on vacation in Colorado. I wonder if they were in her Mini Cooper and if it had an incipient panic attack visualizing snowdrifts sooooooo high. Maybe she had to go out in the night and talk to it, reassuring the little car that a few flakes do not a blizzard make . . .
But maybe they flew to CO and rented a local car, one that eyed the sky and purred, “Bring it on, bring it on.”
But speaking of August weatther, I was born this month and that day’s high is a record that still stands. That was 60 years ago. My husband has joked (?) that the Gates of Hell opened that day . . . I’ve been known for throwing a few foot-stomping temper tantrums. Okay, more than a few. If only it were an Olympic event.
lol. We were in a big tough vehicle made for the countryside, which was good when you consider the places we went…… I’ll have to post some pictures of our day of vacation.
Oh, and I was born this month too. The 21st. Yes, yesterday I celebrated another year. Not 60 mind you, that will come soon enough, but my last birthday in the 40s. I’m so young, can’t complain at all. Funny how age is relative. I used to think 50 was old, then my mom died at 53 and it was a mighty young age to die at.