We mowed on Wednesday afternoon – WEDNESDAY – and guess what? Yes, we had to mow again today. Three of us rotating on tractors and Someone is complaining of a sore butt. Some people used kukris to slash at weeds because, dontcha know, using a Gurkha knife is way better than using a weedeater or a hedge trimmer. And all of us got really hot.

We sat in the shade and cooked out on the Weber and I have to say I definitely prefer charcoal to gas. I made about 26 hamburgers yesterday out of very good meat and we cooked half on gas last night and today when we cooked the others on charcoal, I was surprised I had forgotten the difference in taste. The Weber burgers were much better – in my peanut butter biased opinion.

Of course, today whenever Der Bingle smiled, we had to suppress a grin because he lost a crown yesterday and it is in the left front. Or more to the point, it is not in the left front. There is a hole there. He whistles when he talks and says he feels like . . . well, never mind what he says.

Hotness is due tomorrow as well; I’m calling it hotness because that describes it better than heat. Heat can be comforting; hotness seldom is. We were surrounded by sultry hotness. No jungle drums, though, so we don’t have the makings of an Indiana AmeliaJake movie. I’ve got the hat for it, though, if we ever do.

I didn’t have bad dreams last night; I had them after I snuggled back down at twenty minutes to seven this morning. I don’t remember much about these dreams that occurred like the snippets of movies you see in a series of trailers.

I do remember having a limp in the middle of a seemingly abandoned wide Main Street in some town – a main street with secretive buildings with no windows except the one that I suspected was a funeral parlor. Usually I say funeral home, but thinking of those windows with red velvet curtains, funeral parlor came to my mind.

I also recall walking inside a tall building with shiny floors and firemen. In my dream I thought, “What if I couldn’t see and the floor just ended?” Poof, it did. I could see all of a sudden that I was standing at the very, very edge of where the floor ended and a vast chasm opened.

So, I fell on my back – SAFE!!! – until I decided to scoot my body closer to the hole to test my courage, or would that be stupidity?