....and that's all we got. Not enough sprinkles to even make the street look wet. As sometimes happens, part of the storm split and went north-east and part of it went south of Brighton. So, after lunch, I went out and watered all my annuals. I'm not real good about watering. I never water my perennial gardens as they have long, strong roots that will find deep water. I do tend to forget the annuals on my porch and even with a nice rain, some of them are protected under the porch roof.
Well, now I see another bigger blob of green headed this way about about 10:00 tonight.So I am hoping. It has been so hot-90- and dry here for the last few days, we need the rain and more normal cool weather. It feels like July and it's only mid-June.
When I woke up this morning, I remembered. It is my anniversary. I was married at 7:00 pm, 60 years ago. I remember it all so well.
and our best friends
Arlene and her fiance' Dick.
We had a lot of good years------------
...but four years after this happy family scene, if was over. Such is life.
I have such terrible looking hands--especially my right hand.
Age spots--arthritis bumps, red bruised spots.
They look like my great grandma's did when she was 90!!! Now I am starting to have worse Carpal Tunnel Syndrome problems. Both of my thumbs go numb and sometimes I get, not an ache, but such a pain in the back of my hands. I can pull the skin up over my knuckles and it stays there. I used to do that with my grandma's hands and think it was so funny. I don't think it's so funny now!
One day, in mid-August,I was about 14, I was helping my Daddy and the hired men, fill the cement silo with chopped corn. I was about 2/3 up in the tall structure. It was a hot day and it was a steam room in that silo. It was my job to hold the funnel by a rope and walk around and around, keeping the incoming corn level and tamping it down as I walked.
I started getting real dizzy and felt faint. I decided I had to get out of that silo. It was a long climb down those rungs to the ground. I remember shaking my head to clear it and felt like I was just going to stumble and fall down. All I could see was the house and I had to get to it and lay down.
I heard my Daddy yell, "Hey! Get back up in there!" I could feel him pelting me with little stones he had grabbed up from the gravel barn yard. I couldn't turn and tell him what was wrong. I had to keep walking.
My mother must have heard him yelling because she came to the back door and opened it up. Closer and closer I got--my eyes only on my mother until I collapsed and fainted into her arms.
I came too the next morning. I was naked between two nice cool sheets. A fan blew cool air across the big metal dish pan, filled with ice. My grandma was wiping my face with a cool, wet wash cloth. She had been with me all night as I went in and out of hallucinations.
The country doc had been called and came out and claimed I had a heat stroke. They had put me into the bath tub with tepid water and gradually added cooler and cooler water and then placed me in my bed.
I was in bed for 3 days. The thermometer in my mouth every couple of hours to check my body temperature.
Ever since then, being outside in the heat and humidity make me sick. Once, I was visiting a friend in Florida and decided to mow his lawn. It was August. I ended up collapsed on his living room floor with the A/C blowing directly on me. I shoulda known better!
Now you know why I prefer fall and winter to summer. I cannot bear the suffocating heat and humidity.