Yesterday was hot. I mean, really, REALLY hot for this area. It was humid and sticky and got up to the mid-nineties, which may not be a big deal to you, but this is Wisconsin. Our shtick is snow.
If you know me personally, you know I spent my elementary years living in Texas, and I’m just going to say that it got smoking hot there, BUT when you sweated you didn’t feel it, and it helped cool you down. Also, if you got out of the direct sun it helped.
Here, I sweated and just ended up soggy, sticky, and hot.
My plants weren’t doing much better – wilting with the heat and generally looking unwell. It was clear they needed to be watered, and it was late enough in the afternoon that I could if I wanted.
The dog was hot and miserable, and it was clear he wanted to play in the water.
I was hot and miserable and wanted to go swimming but with the PANDEMIC and all it wasn’t happening. Besides, I hate pulling on my swimsuit and having people see exactly how fat I am.
I dug out the sprinkler we hadn’t used since the first year we lived in this house, set it up in the driveway, and turned it on.
Tundra wasn’t sure what to think of it at first and was unimpressed. I moved it along every so often to water different sections.
Here he is, looking at my husband with confusion:
He decided it wasn’t half bad, but he’d really prefer I were filling his pool.
And come now, you didn’t think I was going to skip playing in it, did you?
Yes, those are safety glasses. I didn’t have any goggles, and I hate water hitting my eyes like this. I don’t mind opening them IN water, but those drops sting as they hit.
And, yes, standing in my swimsuit in our front yard is kind letting people see me, but I was hot enough not to care.
I stood out in it, relaxing in the cool, until the garden had all been watered.
Then I played with Tundra in the pool.
And then we all went inside. Tundra had wet feet, so of course he had to hurl himself from one end of the house to the other, bouncing off walls, doors, and furniture. And vaulting the couch. Totally the zoomies, but he only has them when it’s cool weather or he has wet feet.
How is the weather treating you lately? Do you enjoy swimming at the public pool or do you prefer staying home and playing with a sprinkler or home pool? Inquiring minds want to know!
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I wish I could have been there to join you. Looks like fun. Mariah wasn’t impressed with our sprinkler either.
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