Four days...

I just washed my hair and can't do a thing with it!

Most of you guys won't get that reference... it was a tag line in a Dippity-Do commercial (or something like it) when I was in high school. (And for those of you trying to figure out when that was... 1972 through 1976)

Anyway........

So I've been 50 four days now. I'm happy to report that I don't feel any differently than before I turned 50. The coffee I spilled on my fingers still burned, my debit card numbers still feel worn. So, woo-hoo! my feeling capabilities have survived.

It's been wicked hot considering tomorrow is the first of September. It was 87 by noon and I would hazard a guess that it's at least 90+ now. I will readily admit that I am looking forward to cooler temperatures. That doesn't happen too often.

I'm happy that my grass is crunchy and even the weeds are hardly growing, but it's scary to think that they have been warning people not to park cars on dry grass (there has been a couple of fires started because the exhaust pipes were hot enough to spark the super dry grass!)

That is scary! Even I'm being very cautious. I have been parking on the street until my car is well cooled off. Then I park under my canopy. I don't have insurance if a fire starts. It doesn't help that it has been continuously windy which is also very scary. It doesn't take much of a breeze to fuel a spark into an inferno. Cripes. You'd think we were living out west!

But... dry is dry so caution prevails. (Well, for some... there's always some joker out there that says, "Oh it's okay... I gotta hose!") There's one in every crowd.

Well... I'm off to go lie on my bed and let the cool air of the conditioner flow over me. Kind of like... art. (Cite the name of the movie that came from! HA!)

Chances are I will be there until sometime tomorrow. Well... in a perfect world that is!