hot and muggy 76 going up to 91 today with afternoon thunderstorms
and an extra pleasant dose of mosquitoes. Nothing like coastal living in August...but better than Florida.
Fry your brains out down there, race from one a/c to another a/c.
Another one of my childhood friends is retiring and moving down to Florida, but on the sensible side, not too far from Sanibel
Island. To spend your retirement walking the beaches collecting shells, hmmmmmmmmmm.
Probably mowing lawn today, weedeating, rototilling. Until the rain chases me in
picked out a little Flexsteel loveseat couch for my sunroom, basic fabric, they quoted 1400 and I just smiled. No.
All that work picking out fabrics...so back I go to their poorly airconditioned showroom and see what they have for half that price.
This is a very small couch in a very small room that shouldn't have a very large price.
And then about six stores down, to the other furniture place, where I ordered my last couches, made here in NC for relatively way less money.
We'll see how their a/c is... when heat index is over 100 I bet they get some looky lous in just to sit in a comfy chair and enjoy the a/c.
So outside work this morning, shower and rest and then head downtown to look at couches.
This is where I need a wife, boy would I delegate this in a heart beat.
Or as they say in Germany, in ein Augenblick (in an instant/in an eye/augen blink/blick)
Some days I wonder how much easier it would have been to go by my middle name of Allen. True WASP.
I also sympathize with my Grandfather, who went by the name Otto to his friends, whose real name was Adolph.
Not a great name for a Jew who lived through WWII while his European relatives went into the ovens.
I never got teased about my name in elementary or high school. Helped my father was head of school board, well known
NYC attorney. In fact I don't remember any teasing, even the one Black classmate who was son of the janitor. Albert was loved and treated well.
And yeah, come to think about it, he was a bit heavy...but in a small public school in a highly educated community, we learned tolerance.
No drugs, no crime, we were so protected back then, growing up in the 50's. Even if we did have to crawl under our desks for drills...
No internet, not much "outside" influences. Grange Fair was one of the year's highlights, plus a trip to the NJ beaches.
Gosh how times have changed...though I still love Grange Fairs.
hope all who are feeling down or poorly today find much to smile about. Smiles power our world.
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