Seventeen years in the making

The temperatures this past week have been in the 100's and if you take into account the heat index, it has been ridiculously hot.  As if I did not feel lethargic enough, this heat is making me drag even more so.  This is heat in Texas and short of hopping on a plane to Argentina, there is nothing I can do about it.

I did force myself to go to the laundromat even though I did not get it all done. Seems people had the same thing in mind as I did...washing their winter blankets, bedspreads and comforters. There were not that many people there but the few who were, were using most of the washers and dryers.

Mother's nice neighbor across the street once again mowed the tall grass on the street side of her fence.  There was a lot of trash that got shredded and I felt bad not picking it up after all his hard work.  Yesterday I got up early (for me) and picked up all the trash and grass clipping before the heat became unbearable.

I saw his wife outside and even though her mother and mine are friends, I have never had a conversation with this lady.  There is always a first time and we actually had a nice conversation that was seventeen years in the making.

Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.