I’ve been lagging on my blog posts for a while now but I can blame the heat, my God, the heat. Southern California is experiencing the kind of heat and humidity people have been fleeing for years to come here. I went running this morning and just couldn’t stop sweating, not for an hour after a cold shower. “Oh dea”r, say the East Coasters with a smile curled on their lips. ” All the way up to ninety-five and sixty percent humidity? That’s what it was like in the middle of the night last night here. How very difficult for you.”
So it’s a good thing we have the swimming pool and can escape to a shady porch and a array of plastic toys when we’re getting bored. Number Two registers here his mild approval of the situation.
Summer isn’t anything without camping the front yard and I finally bit the bullet and got Child Harbat jazzed up for a campout. We had a pile of books and a tent built for four of five adults so surely it could hold one adult and one small child? Not how CH sleeps. It’s like slow-motion judo and by the end of the night I was balanced on the very knife edge of the mattress while she slept in a starfish shape on the other 99%. But we had fun and I learned that with her own sleeping bag, tent, and campsite, she could go camping with us and we’d all get a good night’s sleep.