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.