Okay, so I have hot flashes that are so hot. I know when they’re about to hit because there’s a wave of nausea first, which passes, but then the heat. Oh my goodness.
So.
I often step to the door and stick my head out. This works great, feels like heaven, reminds me of when I used to seek cold air when I had morning sickness, fanning the freezer door in my face, or holding up the combustion air tubing while I ironed wrinkles and creases out of church clothes on Sunday morning.
Whew.
Well, she wanted to come outside also, and so did their old dog who chased a tennis ball over the snow a dozen or more times.
The other sister came outside too, wrapped in a couple blankets, clearly not having a hot flash of any kind. She went back inside pretty fast.
Today is Payton’s eighth birthday, so we had cupcakes for fun late this evening when I was done working.
At first she didn’t understand why we were calling her to the kitchen, and when I patted the chair, she squinted and peered at me for a moment before she jumped up, but she’s a cooperative dog.
Happy Birthday, Honey. J’taime beaucoup.
Oh, this. When we were at my parents last Thursday, the kids played with this wild animal set. The set had a tiger, giraffe, elephant and so forth.
But the box!??
The drawing in the back? Those are domesticated animals. Holsteins. Sheep.
What the heck? I found it kind of hilarious.
Okay, time for bed.
Onward to spring, could be sixty degrees later this week.
So much love, Val
