Graces, #25

Spending almost all of yesterday out of the house. Most of the time we don't mind being home but after being shut in by extreme heat (I didn't want to be going in and out of severe heat then severe air conditioning too much, as it's so hard on little ones) we were more than ready to be anywhere else. OMSI for playtime the whole afternoon, and then IKEA for dinner and wandering and a few things for Birdie's newly painted room and, of course, ice cream cones. Cause they're $1.

Neighbors out watering and weeding gardens again, after almost a week of hiding indoors and far away to stay cool. The tut-tut-teeeee of sprinklers, the sound of birds happy to find water, the broken water-over-pebble sounds of happy, neighborly conversation rising up through the window screens...

Neko Case, Lucinda Williams, and Gillian Welch, the background and underneath sounds of today. The sort of happiness that has tears leaking underneath. I know this. I like this.

Pea sleeping late two mornings in a row. It's mostly because she has a raging summer cold not helped AT ALL by the high pollen counts and smog of this ridiculous heat wave (see Twitter for my constant complaing about) but she is trying really hard, all on her own, to be cheerful and it's sort of heartbreaking and sweet.

Not feeling guilty about not working out for almost a week. It's been too bloody hot. I'm starting to feel a bit chubby again, but that's probably all the ice cream I've eaten in this heat. It was a matter of survival, you know.