Every day is sizzling in August in Oklahoma. I don't know the high today, it's been up to 114 degrees this summer, breaking all records. It's almost 9:30 p.m. and it is a cool 98 degrees. I wish I were in Portland, or Seattle, or Canada... anywhere cooler.
The heat didn't stop us from getting Beth moved into her new house. Her friend's dad painted the living room and kitchen on Thursday - gorgeous. Her furniture fits perfectly. Daryl and Cliff got Beth's washer and dryer hooked up. Ashley brought her mom's steam cleaner and Beth got to work cleaning her couch cushions and mattresses. Lee Ann lined all the cabinets and drawers with lovely shelf paper. I unpacked dishes, washed them and put them up. I hope Beth likes where I put her things.
We were all busy working on something when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? we're all here. It was my friend Penny, Beth's high school English teacher. She was at her daughter's house and thought she recognized my car. Then she saw me walk out of Beth's house so she came over. We knew Lindsey lived somewhere in the area of Beth's house but had no idea it was just three houses down the block.
Cliff needed some duct tape to finish hooking up the dryer so Lee Ann asked Penny if she brought duct tape with her, just joking. Penny said, "I did. I've wondered why I carry this duct tape with me. This must be why." She gave us her duct tape, Cliff got the dryer working and Penny got a grand tour of Beth's house for her duct tape generosity.
Throughout the day I kept thinking of my other daughter, Mari. She and her husband and my granddaughter are on their way to Berlin, Germany. They flew from Baton Rouge to Atlanta to Paris to Berlin. They won't get there for awhile. Shawn is participating in a math research project at a university in Berlin. He's so smart. Mari & Jane, who is 9 months old on Wednesday, will be tourists and take in the German culture. I wish I could be there with them. Stupid job. Maybe next time.
It's time to kick off my shoes, enjoy the cool air conditioned temperature, and see what white Merlot tastes like.