First of all, I’d like to remind everyone to stay hydrated. I got a little sun stroked Wednesday and somehow in my dehydrated delirium ended up with the song Telephone Man stuck in my head. It’s been three days . . . and it will not go away. STAY COOL!!! You do NOT want this to happen to you!!!
Today is my Grandma Summer’s birthday. She would have turned 100 years old today; sadly she passed away 15 years ago after a short battle with cancer. She was one of the most important people in my formative years. She taught me about gardening, how to cook, how to be silly, and above all else, she taught me unconditional love. Florence Charlotte Summers Erbentraut was a very special person, and I think of her often. Happy Birthday, Grandma!
The last time I wrote was from the cool beaches of Rocky Point, Mexico. Last week in Tempe, AZ, the afternoon temps were close to 120 degrees every day. It truly is a dry heat, and I’ve been comfortable enough living my life in the usual manner. I liked having the grocery store practically to myself because when it’s this hot, most people take care of their errands in the morning. In a few weeks when monsoon season begins is when I will be really uncomfortable. I do not care for high humidity which brings out the cicadas that buzz all day and night, setting my teeth on edge. The humidity and cicadas stick around through mid-October, so I’m focusing on the “good parts” of summer: magnificent towers of clouds building in the east each day, frequent dramatic monsoon storms, night swimming at the community pool, and best of all, having my college kids home for the summer.
I’ve not been as productive as usual because Eve and William are watching New Girl for the first time and it’s super distracting. I try to do the dishes or start dinner or fold the laundry, but next thing you know, I’m sitting on the couch giggling along with two of them. What’s better than watching a favorite show with your favorite people??? School begins for me August 7 and for them August 28, so we have oodles of summertime left to get stuff done . . . and enjoy lazy times together.
I’ve been doing a bit of shopping and am having such a hard time finding blouses long enough to go over leggings. My middle-aged muffin top is not accommodating to blue jeans, and I realize soon the summer clothes will be out of the stores. The one style I CANNOT STAND is the cut-out shoulders. UGH. Seriously, who looks good in that??? I’ve seen young women pull it off, but for the most part . . . NOPE. It’s worse than the horizontal stripe fad that lasted too many years. I find myself saying YIKES in my head whenever I see anyone wearing this unfortunate type of blouse, but then chide myself even louder (in my head), BE NICE!!! Be SO glad you can’t read my mind, because it’s a little wild and crazy in there.
I fear people will be saying YIKES when they see me wearing my adorable new straw fedora. Every summer my face gets too much sun, so in an effort to avoid having a burned beak, I bought a trendy straw hat. My kids saw me in it and said, NOPE, but I say YEP. I sound superficial, but I’ve always loved fashion and style. As a girl, I spent hours pouring over the JC Penney catalog and saved up $6 for a pair of culottes when I was seven years old. I don’t remember the actual pants, but I remember the saving and pining for them like it was yesterday. My mom was always sewing something, and I spent hours as a child playing amongst the bolts of colorful fabric at Cloth World and Hancock. Fashion is a creative outlet for me!
Today we spent an hour in the JC Penney just down the road. Hubby needed new flip flops (his current pair is ten years old, and I insisted he upgrade) and then he tried on blue jeans and then he tried on more flip flops. It felt like we were there forever, so I walked up and down the cool aisles, getting in some excercise . . . and humming “Hey Baby, I’m the telephone man. Show me where you want it, and I’ll put it where I can.”