(Sad aria playing softly in the background)
My A/C died for the second time this month. Just happens to coincide with the spike in
temperatures in South Florida. The sweat
police are after me. When you’re already
having hot flashes and night sweats, the last thing you want is an A/C on the
fritz.
My house has two units.
So of course it has to be the unit that services my bedroom. My solution – blast the house unit at 68 and
hope some of the cool air migrates into my room. My daughter is sleeping in flannel Sponge Bob
lounge pants. Yeah, well, she can pull
up the covers. I can’t take off my skin.
I’ve rarely seen my blood-thinner-taking hubby so
happy. He’d probably eat all his meals
in the sweat lodge if he could. Again I
say, put on more clothes if you want but naked isn’t an option for me – the whole
front of my house is glass, don’t want to make the neighbors and dog walkers
hurl. Or see the FedEx guy go screaming
down the block.
It could be worse, I tell myself. It could have been my computer. Even though I have at least three back-ups at
all times, including Carbonite, I still can’t live without my desktop and its 27-inch
monitor. Said monitor has a gremlin, flashes
on and off at will and requires a gentle touch on the power button. Still, I’ll nurse it along because I love
it. It even turns vertically so I can
see two pages at once while I’m working.
Which brings me to my point (yes, I have one). Do you get distracted more easily in the
summer? Is it kids? Weather?
Activities? Travel? I’m always so amazed at how fast the summer
flies by. I don’t think there is a
weekend all summer when we aren’t travelling or otherwise committed. I’m not sure how that happens. Sometimes I think the Sharpie writes things
when I’m not looking. Not good when I
have to have 100 pages done by the end of June.
My solution . . . delegate.
Blood-thinner man can make the runs to the beach and for ‘dates’ to the
movies. He can handle a mall drop-off
and pick-up. He’ll just grumble. He isn’t thrilled with the fact that our
going-to-be-15 in two weeks daughter has a boyfriend. Truth be told, he’s a nice kid. He came to her end of year show with a
bouquet of crazy daisies for her and has impeccable manners. And I told him the rules – nothing below the
neck or above the knee gets touched.
EVER. He blushed, and then gave
me a ‘yes ma’am’. I think I put a
healthy dose of fear in him. I already
gave my daughter the same lecture and girls being girls, she shot back with, “What
about a hug?” Smart-ass. I just don’t want to use the phrase ‘baby
daddy’ in my lifetime. And I sure as
hell don’t want to have to do it for a 15 year old.
So aside from policing this bout of puppy love and writing
and travelling, I counted. I have
exactly 9 days that aren’t committed from May 25th through August 15th. I think I need a wife. Or an assistant. Or both.
And speaking of the end of year . . . here's my daughter dancing on stage at Disney (she's the one upside down: