striking with nearly full force. The humidity may keep us from frying, but we'll probably boil to death.
I hate hot weather. I've tried being philosophical about it; tried appreciating new green growth and showy flowers; tried remembering that the heat of summer balances against the cold of winter, that we all need the variations. But I HATE HOT WEATHER! I'd much rather be cold, my theory being that you can wrap up, add clothes but short of going nude or sitting in the tub for long periods of time, you can't get cool.
By 'you' I mean 'me', of course. In summer I hurry from the house to the car, from the car to the office or store or wherever, seeking air conditioning so I can breathe and stop perspiring heavily. I had hoped that surviving menopause and once again being able to experience cold, not going from hot flash to hot flash would give me some relief in summer's heat. Some, perhaps, but not enough.
Yesterday I asked my kind and thoughtful young neighbor if he'd help me bring couple of heavy things in from the car. I unlocked the gate to the backyard and opened the basement door and took my hand cart out for his use. I was pretty sure he'd want it since I knew I would not or could not move the boxes from Home Depot without it. While I unlocked the car and opened the doors to assist and was sweating profusely, he picked each box up carefully and carried it into the basement and I don't think he ever breathed hard or broke a sweat. God bless him. He has helped me on other occasions, like replacing the pigtail on a new stove with one that fit the outlet in my kitchen wall. AND servicing my lawn mower with new oil and sharpened blade.
He's young, strong and very nice. I don't think the rolls and banana bread I gave them is at all sufficient; but I can bake frequently, and my requests for assistance are not as frequent. Of course, he was the kind person that turned off the water at the street so that I wouldn't pay to wash the street. Again, God bless him.
The boxes he moved contain the pieces for a home improvement project. Replacing the toilet and sink in the downstairs half-bath. Then I plan to tile that floor. Right now it's bare concrete since I ripped out old linoleum while back. Frankly, any improvement will help.
Maybe with a nicer bathroom downstairs, I'll actually clean up the basement. It could happen.
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