I was going to write in the post-title box: No weather for old women. I couldn’t do it. Not yet. I am not an old woman yet, although I will be hot this week as the temperature heads toward 90 degrees and the humidity climbs. I am using the heat and exposure to it as a toughening up and getting fitter method. I think it is working to some degree – well to about 85 of them. That was the temperature yesterday when I finished up a bit of the tiny front yard  after Cameron had mowed most of it . . . and my face got really red. But then it always does. I don’t really know it, but people exclaim, “Your face is so RED.”

I  am only drinking coke/diet coke in the morning when I first get up to stave off withdrawal and, ironically, to facilitate my body’s withdrawal from bed.  I have become a fan of the little pouches of Crystal Clear’s tea powder. It is far more refreshing than a cola in sweating situations. Also, I think it makes me pee more, which is probably good for my kidneys  . . . although for Der Bingle, I ‘m sure it is too much information.

Now that Summer is taller than I and approaching her freshman year in high school, I find he is leaning toward my dad’s position that ladies are supposed to be, well, ladies. My father would remark on occasion that he didn’t think a “lady would say that”.  Now, Der Bingle says to me he expects me to be a role model for Summer. Don’t forget this is the person who is known as “Cave Girl” on my speed dial.

I have tried to give her the “I see some of my obnoxious traits in you so learn from my mistakes” talk and it doesn’t go in one ear and out the other. No, it is more like the arrow on Steve Martin’s head – it goes up to her ear, then detours along the perimeter of her head to the spot above her other ear and moves on. You can sort of watch the airflow movement if you look closely.

Well, I’d better clean up . . . got to set an example for Alley Oops, dontcha know.