The Bears

Mac has once again rearranged my bear table and there's  a very dubious game of cards going on.  Granny's the dealer, but if she keeps taking sips from her flask she might not last much longer.   The other two look like they just landed here from Germany, helmets, steins and all.
Another inch of rain yesterday, but today is supposed to be dry.  After that there's a 40-50% chance of rain forever.  Like I said, a soggy, humid summer.
No weeding today, just lots of exciting housework, think I'll play cards with the bears.

Georgia Triathlon

Completed my morning triathlon, walked before breakfast, pulled 500 weeds after breakfast, cleaned the pool and swam a couple laps.  Then to top it off came in, did aerobics and cleaned the big windows in the kitchen.  Needless to say I'm done!
Today Mac's computer wouldn't let him go to the mail either until he told Safari security not to warn of suspicious sites.  Have no idea what's going on.
I'm reading the most incredible book, may well be the book of the year for me.  It's The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell.  The story of the discovery of sentient life on a planet in Alpha Centauri  and the mission to make contact that is led by the Society of Jesuits and a few civilians.  There is only one survivor and it's his story.  Great writing and world building.  I found this book through 2 other of her books, which were also excellent, Doc and Tombstone (the story of Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp) and so different from this book that except for the excellent writing it would be hard to believe the same person wrote both.
We're having another  humid day, in fact it looks to be that kind of summer.  Not overly hot, mainly in the 80's but oh so humid.  We call weather like this greasy because that's what it makes you feel like. We had rain again yesterday afternoon, over an inch, and today it's all steaming up out of the ground. We've been running the dehumidifier in the bedroom and yesterday Mac dumped over a gallon of water out of it.  I have cleaned my closet and put new Damp Rid bags in there to slow the moisture down too.  We're just going to have to just grit our teeth and get through it.

Gone Phishing

The weekend just zipped on by, hot on Saturday and then steamy rain Sunday.  Only in the 80's today but or so humid, you feel like you're swimming even when you don't swim.
Yesterday I went to check emails and my computer wouldn't go there, I got a message saying my my email site  was a phishing site and it wouldn't open, not even when I told it to ignore the warning.  So I sent Google two messages telling them this had been my mail site for 14 years and was not a phishing site.  Sent an email to my internet provider who promised to get back to be in at least 3 days.
Luckily Mac could access the mail, as could I on my tablet.  Then last night I went to Preferences on Safari and in the Security part I told it not to give me a warning when visiting a suspicious site.  Lo and behold, I can now access my email.  Of course if I actually hit a bad site I'll not get any warning, but I don't visit many odd sites.

Sweating Cobs

I wonder where that expression came from.  I know it's hotter out west--temps in the 100's-- but it's so humid here they said it was going to feel like 102º and it does.  Or more.  I have hung our a load of laundry and cleaned the kitchen, Mac did the dishes bless his heart. and I'm literally dripping in sweat.  I refuse to turn the air conditioner on this early, it's just 10:34, so all I can do is sit under a fan.  I'll be going in the pool as soon as the man who's cleaning our gutters is done.  We found someone to do it, he showed up on time and he's almost done.    Maybe I can get a swim in before today's storms start.  I missed swimming yesterday because we went grocery shopping and it was late when we got back.
We finished wrapping our daughter's birthday gifts, weighing them, filling in the custom's forms and screaming when we saw how expensive it was going to be.  Good thing she's worth it.
The rest of the day is mine, but in this kind of weather I won't be doing much.  Steak sandwiches with asparagus for lunch.
Have a good weekend.
Looked up that expression "sweating cobs" and most sources think it's English in origin, Lancashire region, and has to do with round bread (cobs) rising and sweating.

Hello Cindy

Tropical Storm Cindy isn't coming very near us, she's headed to Beaumont, Texas, but we're getting rain from her anyway.  Yesterday I wanted to mow the law, when the weeds are knee high it's not only time it's past time.  But before I could get out there it started raining, more than a bit.  So I cleaned bathrooms instead.  Trust me when I say I'd much rather have mowed the lawn.  Then it cleared up a bit so I thought I'd go swimming, got my suit, started to change and then it poured--no swimming.
Today I mowed and it rained on me, not heavy, but enough to get my clothes wet.  There was no thunder or lightning so I just kept going.  Got it done and by then the rain had stopped so I got in the pool to cool off and to clean it a bit.  Nothing like a bit of rain to cool the pool down, the water had been getting pretty warm, but this feels better.
Rereading a book series I really like, it's the Chadwick Family Chronicles by Marcia Willett a British author.  It begins with Looking Forward when Flish, Mole and Susan come to live with their Grandmother after their parents and older brother have been killed by Mau-Maus in Kenya.  It's a 4 book series and if you like family sagas, as I do, this is a good one.
I finished Broadchurch and I was right about the murderer, but I was a bit surprised with why.  I understand there was a second series and a third,  hope there's a second and third book, right now there's just some short stories to go with the second series.

Monday in the Swamp

And  it definitely feels like a swamp today, it's 90º and with the humidity it feels worse.  Which means not much is going to get done today.  Mac sold another painting we wrapped it up and it's on it's way to Houston, Texas and he's started a new buffalo painting.
We Skyped with April this morning, always a good way to start the day, then  I cleaned the kitchen, hung out a load of laundry and that's about it.
Some gentle piano playing this morning, Beethoven was giving me fits, but he finally settled down.
I've been wearing my black Gloria Vanderbilt knee pants, but if this weather keeps up I'll have to dig out some actual shorts.
Mac opened his gifts that our daughter sent him for Father's Day, he saved it till we Skyped.  Lots of neat things, she always sends him loads of foodie gifts because like her he's a very adventurous eater. Among the many gifts was a wonderful card--the Japanese make incredible cards-- it lights up, there's the sound running water, a wind chime, a bell, a cricket and a cicada.

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to my Mac, for all the special things you do and the wonderful Father and Husband you are.  I hope you know how special you are to me and to April, we love you.  Enjoy your day.

Life's Little Pings

We needed to have a bunch of junk hauled off including our old pool.  Our friend who usually does this has just had surgery, so I hit the internet and it was hard to find anyone, but I finally did and they came out quickly, quoted a high price, we sighed and said ok.  It's gone, but ouch.  They even said why didn't we try Craig's List.  Well there have been a few serious, including murders, involving Craig's List so we don't use it.  We want someone reputable even if they're expensive.
Now we need the gutters on the front of the house cleaned, there are things, trees?, growing there.  Ours is a 2 story house so I didn't want Mac even thinking about doing it---he said he could lean out a second story window and get most to it---NO, NO, No.  So back to the internet, asked  all our neighbors--who all said if we find someone to tell them--, and one of our neighbors who's having their house painted said the painter does stuff like that.  In the meantime I found a company who would do it for a reasonable price, but couldn't come for nearly 2 weeks.  So Mac asked the painter, who dropped by today and quote $250, no way!  So we've left a message with the other company and hope they call us back.
So this morning  I'm cleaning house---boring--- and plotting tomorrow's Father Day dinner, Mac has requested Paella.
I've been reading Broadchurch, a book written from the British tv series.  I would have enjoyed watching that, but it's not Mac's kind of show, so I was pleased to find the book.  I'm about 3/4's of the way through it and I'm really enjoying it.  I have an idea of who did it, but I'm not sure.  Good book.

Frustration

I finally made it upstairs, a place I don't much go in the summer time, to finish off a puzzle that's been dragging on forever.  It's one of those that if you touch it part of it comes undone.  I've spent as much time putting it back together as I have putting it together.  It's also one of those where a piece might fit in any number of places.  So when I got down to the end I had  7 empty spaces left and 5 pieces to fit in, so I knew I'd made some mistakes, so I looked really closely, felt for uneven spots and finally got it put together right.  Right that is except I'm missing a piece-GRRRRRR!

First

I went in the pool for the first time today, Mac has already been in it twice.  It was wonderful, the water was warm, but not too warm. I think this is the latest I've ever been in getting in.   I dipped wasps out, mostly dead, one alive.  I've ordered a new swim suit, but in the mean time I have a new swimsuit bottom and a blouse that looks like a swimsuit.  Mac asked where the suit was coming from and I said probably China, isn't that where everything comes from now.
Got a new outdoor rug to go under our table and a new umbrella.  I wouldn't have picked a blue one, but it was the cheapest  and I'm surprised how much I like it.
Mac has all the trellis up, quite a few plants put around the pool, now we need rock.  Ready for summer.

Dealing With Loss

I lost a friend this weekend.  Patty lost her battle with Lupus and died from complications from liver transplant surgery.  I am saddened by her loss and know how hard this must be for her family.
Patty and I met in our last year of college and though I was 20 years older, mature student, and she was a born again Christian while I was a bit  of a heathen, something clicked and we became friends.
When we left Georgia to move to California Patty was supposed to drive our extra car out for us, but instead she met the love of her life, Steve, and they became engaged and then married.
Through the years we stayed in touch, then lost each other and then when we moved back to Georgia she found me again through Facebook and came to visit.
Her husband was a minister and they lived in South Carolina.  Seeing her was great, it was like there had been no missing years between us and through blogging and Facebook we stayed in touch.
Patty's kids were older, the youngest in his last years of high school when they decided to adopt an older child.  It was a lengthy process and part of it involved having a physical. The results of some of her blood work were puzzling and after many more tests it was discovered that she had Lupus, an autoimmune disorder that can attack the body in a variety of ways.
Patty fought it for years, never giving in, but eventually she needed a liver transplant and was put on the list to get one.  Earlier this year her son made the decision that he wanted to be the donor and after much soul searching Patty and Steve agreed and the surgery was performed 3 weeks ago.  There were problems right from the beginning, but it looked like she was winning the battle, her strength and spirit were so strong.  But as her husband wrote on Saturday, prayers are always answered, but not always they way we want them to be.  She died Saturday afternoon with her family at her side.  She will be missed by all who knew and loved her.