I have almost nothing to show for the entire weekend. There was a tiny bit of cooking - Deviled Egg Macaroni Salad for a cookout at my sister's on Saturday. Rhubarb Juice, because I am hooked on it. Tuna Salad Macaroni Salad (GF) because I knew I had to eat something for lunches this week.
Besides the foray to familyville on Saturday, I spent the rest of the weekend prostrate. When I wasn't filling water buckets and wading pools. I spent hours, sighing mightily and saying - in a weakened voice - "Oh, y'all. I'm about to die from this heat." Every once in a while, my tut-tut-ing inner voice would sneer, "Oh, go pull up your damp BGPs and DO something!" Luckily for me, even the inner voice had the starch taken out of it in this weather.
I managed to:
Weed in the wee hours of Saturday and Sunday morning.
Sell all of my eggs. My Summer Lake customers are back in full force!
Take the dogs for ice cream.
Water everything in the wee hours of Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
Put up my tobacco cloth over the currants and blueberries.
Sew up a curtain for the cat's room.
That last one - which should have taken, oh, 10 minutes, took over an hour. You know how, in your mind, you can just pick things up where you left off - seamlessly? Even though you left off MONTHS almost a YEAR ago? And maybe you're no longer the sharpest tack in the box and it takes some effort to remember, say, anything?
I forgot how to thread my sewing machine. I did some version of it and - no surprise - it bunched, snagged, tore, jammed and did a variety of things that whipped me into a frenzy. I then stood up, took a deep breath, got some iced rhubarb juice and went prostrate for 15 minutes. Then I was back at it and figured out that I had missed about 2/3rds of the most important steps in threading it. Sigh. I was then too lazy to look for better thread and tried, unsuccessfully, to use a spool that Lovey had gnawed on in her early, anxious years. Fernatssake. Another glass of rhubarb juice (See? I'm hooked!) and a breather, and I rustled up a good spool of thread and it took me less than 10 minutes to finish the curtain. I had put a sheer in the cat room window to let in light, but this brutal weather was just too much. I found a lovely dark blue batik remnant and now it's cooler, darker and pretty as well! Poor Slimmie is nothing but a slow-moving puddle in this weather, sweet furry lumpkin.
Mr. Butters insists on being ON me, with his hot, sweaty little body. Lovey just looks miserable and tries to find new, cooler places. I have a series of four fans going and, even so, I was pretty unhappy having to leave them alone for another brutal day. Yesterday, the thermometer peaked at 99 degrees, not factoring in the 70% humidity. Today is supposed to be the same. Just shoot me.