Ay, Esta Pobre Gente Mía

My kids are so much like their Dad.
I just read J.G.'s blog on Cindy and her
fractured thumb.
A couple of weeks ago it was J.G. that
fell off the treadmill at the gym!
Dad fell off his riding lawn mower!
As he tells it, I think he was trying to reach
for his cap which had blown off. I guess
he thinks he can still move as fast as he used to.
He tried grabing for it, and missed. And of
course, down he rolls off the mower. He got back
up, dusted himself, and got back on and
continued mowing. Well, that's how he tells the
story since there was no one around to see it.

Heat Wave?

You know, those Northeastern people! You just gotta love 'um.
I'm sitting here this morning enjoying my cup of coffee,
and I should say, I'm really enjoying it, cause it's just 80 degrees
and it's only 10:00 am.
Poor little people. They think they're having a heat wave cause
they've been experiencing high humidity and 90 degree weather!!!

That's what we've been having for the last two months or so.
And wait. it's not even August yet! Now, that's really hot. I'm
thinking, "Oh, how I'd love to see them go through 102 degree
weather for a whole month." Aye, esta gente chiple.

Ok. Time to go back indoors. My coffee is hotter now than when I
poured it out of the carafe. ha, ha.