I forgot to mention that today was a landmark day – I believe my Indian name was revealed. I had done some serious sweating and it had dried. I was going to shower, but then remembered that I had to refill my prescription or my head would explode (possibly). I headed over to Wal-Mart in my sweat-coated body with a vented shirt over my sleeveless shirt.

It would take 40 minutes to fill my prescription, or, as Wal-Mart likes to look at it, $$$$ of shopping time. So I meandered around getting water, iced tea mix, some dog chewnola bones – taking the scenic view, so to speak. I became aware of a growing itching sensation across the back of my shoulders; I think it was shrinking sweat . . . or something. I shrugged; it didn’t help. I tried to shift a bit in my shirt and it eased it a bit, however, I had this great urge to go up to some pillar and rub my back against it like a bear against a tree. In the garden area, I found an empty aisle with bags of grass seed in a tall pile. I sort of leaned against them – a little to the left, a little to the right.

Yes, you may now call me Shops Like Bear. Or, you may want to pretend you don’t know me . . . while I paw through your cart. Sorry, a little carried away there.

It depends on the weather if I’ll be mowing tomorrow or not. I was going to do it today – all ready to go when the forecast changed from dry for next six hours to It’s Going to Rain Soonand I was thwarted. I’m going to try and get some done tomorrow morning before it rains again.  I can’t get the vision of tall buckhorns out of my head and I am already bracing myself for that first glimpse of the eastern part of the yard.

I have a feeling I am going to have to brace myself for sitting on the mower for hours as well. I walked fast on Sunday, slow today and my (cough) butt muscles are all achy tonight. I probably should take a pillow. I will definitely take mosquito repellant – lots of it. Last year this time we were getting ready to go to Iowa and it was really, really hot; this year has been much cooler and wetter – at least so far – and, obviously, we are not going to Iowa.

Maybe on the Fourth of July I will have a fire all day long and cook some hot dogs. No one knows it, but I have two telescoping hot dog cooking rods in the console of my car that I picked up at the gas station at the junction of 6 & 9. I forgot about them until right now. They will more than likely be a novelty and everyone will suddenly want a hot dog. Actually, I think MY telescoping hot dog cooking rod should be automated. Now I am wondering if I can get a telescoping spork – automated, of course.