stuck cold

The last week has been so miserably hot here. Today I didn’t even run because I think that I picked up a little heat exhaustion, which depresses me a bit, not the heat exhaustion but the not running piece. Still, I’ve been watching Food Network and trying to take it easy while watching Paula make biscuits over a fire pit with a shovel at a civil war fort in Savannah. She’s crazy ya’ll. I wish I could get away with saying, “ya’ll” like Paula, or my cousin who is a Vandy girl and has the “ya’ll” down cold. But it just doesn’t sound right streaming past my lips. I think I’ll have to live in Savannah for a few months out of the year to be able to pass it off.

Last Friday and Saturday, Peninsula had a little Harry Potter festival. Well, it wasn’t “little” at all, though Peninsula is a quaint village. There were hundreds of kids dressed up like little witches and wizards walking up and down the streets. All of the shops changed their names to something in Diagon Alley (even the Baptist church). There were so many wonderful things that were happening on Saturday morning, which is when I went through. It’s not just the typical story, how good it is for kids to be reading and excited about it, etc… it was as if there was this second Halloween in a small New England town and a Summer October that gave a reprieve from all of the heat and wetness. The sky was overcast and growing darker by late morning, so the setting and mood were completely complementary. Oh, I know I’m romanticizing it, as I tend to do with little scenes like this, but I can’t help but be encouraged by something of the magical now and then. So, I guess a more appropriate plan would be a few months of the year in Savannah and a few months of the year in New England. Now, if I could just figure out those little secrets to success – well of a kind.

As for the picture: Coco wanted an ice cube because Winston was eating one. So, being the good friend to animals that I am, I gave the 20 pound dog an ice cube. She took it under the table and in under about 10 seconds it had frozen to her skin. She didn't seem to mind, other than the fact that she was trying to eat it off her face. She posed with a picture before my mom and I ran hot water over it so it would fall off. And not to be discouraged by a little face ice trauma, she picked the half melted cube right off the floor, took it back under the table, and ate it.