We suffered through the heat, thankful every day (and every
night) that we have air conditioning. Fortunately, the kids don’t seem to
notice. The area of the yard the kids play in is generally shady for most of
the day, so we just send them out to play in the water. Dad discovered for himself
while playing with them that once you’re wet, even with the humidity, the heat
doesn’t feel so bad. We could have spent the whole heat wave this way, except
that during the middle of the week we had thunderstorms, so Mother Nature
provided the fireworks along with the waterworks. Felt like a steam bath out
there! Landon and Mom beat the heat by going to the movies to see Madagascar 3.
We received our weekly email from Sister Evans on Monday.
She welcomed a new companion, Sister Anderson, to her missionary area and a new
president, Matthew Riggs, to her mission. They all seemed to weather the east coast storm
and power outage. When they offered to help others who had lost power, no
one seemed interested. Bummer.
The garden seems to be responding pretty well to all the
heat and water. We have lots of raspberries to snack on and share with the
pesky robins. A particularly brazen one swooped down onto the lawn next to a low-hanging
branch, plucked one off with its beak, and dined while we sat watching him only
a few feet away. One of the tomato pots is not draining well, so all the rain
has flooded it. In spite of efforts to pour the water out, it appears that we’re
down that plant. Mike salvaged one ripening tomato, and there are two more
small ones on the vine that may turn out. The strong winds knocked over another
tomato plant, dislodging two more green ones. Perhaps we can fry them up,
Southern style.
We celebrated Independence Day Wednesday indoors mostly,
with a wet trip to the backyard in the afternoon and a uniquely American dinner
(burritos made from teriyaki-marinated chicken topped with parmesan cheese—quite
tasty). Hallie and Landon had seen a couple of fireworks shows on nights
earlier in the week, but Mike had stayed home with Eliza. Sara called offering
tickets to the ball game and post-game fireworks, so Mike figured he and Landon
could put up with the heat. Rain threatened as game time approached, and as
they left the house, the water came down.
To pass time during the rain delay, they drove up to the 7-Eleven for Slurpees. By drove up, we mean
they drove to the next county over. OK, side note: Here’s a little tidbit about
life in the Grosse Pointes. In many ways, the communities appear to want to preserve
a small-town feel. To that end, zoning restrictions discourage chain stores and
restaurants from coming in. While this move does seem to help small businesses
and preserve the notion that you’re not in some cookie cutter suburb, 1) it can feel a
bit pretentious (some higher-end chains do make the grade), and 2) it means that a lot of places we would like to go are
maddeningly far away. We could always move closer to the shops. . . . Anyway,
there are no 7-Elevens in Grosse Pointe. Moreover, for reasons we do not know, there are no 7-Elevens in the city
of Detroit (plenty of party stores, the Michigan name for liquor/convenience
stores). So, if on the off chance you want a Slurpee, you have to go north of 8
Mile Road and into Macomb County.
Anyway, Mike figured that by the time the boys drove up to
the 7-Eleven and back they would know whether the game was delayed or cancelled. By
8 o’clock it was still delayed, so they decided not to go (the game eventually
was played, and fireworks went off at around midnight. Happy Birthday, USA!).
Landon seemed OK with his frozen treat, especially since Mike accidently got
him one the next size up from what he’s had before.
Saturday morning was brutal. All the humidity from the
previous days’ rain came up along with heat that felt like 90 degrees at 9 AM.
Hallie went down to the farmers market with the kids, and they all looked like
they had melted by the time they got back home. She ran some errands with
Priscilia and her daughter Corali (visiting from Venezuela), and in the meantime
Mike took the kids to play in the sprinklers in the backyard. Again, once you’re
wet, the humidity doesn’t feel quite so bad.
By Saturday afternoon, the high heat and humidity had
broken, and cool breezes drifted down from the north. It seemed like everyone
noticed, because neighbors all around came out to play and walk and otherwise
enjoy getting out of the house. Landon helped Owen from next door learn how to
ride his bike without training wheels, and once Owen got comfortable, they raced
on their bikes along the sidewalk. Eliza even joined in on her little four
wheeled kiddie car.
Landon provided the photos this week. Enjoy!
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Self portait |
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Travel companion |
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Chauffeur |
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Meal ticket |
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Lake |
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A grand day out |
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Mom and Priscilia |
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Current favorite cereal |
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Have you ever stopped to consider what you look like from the perspective of a four-year-old? They look up a lot of noses. Keep 'em clean, people. |
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Ready for church |
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Soft glow around Mommy |
And now for some shots from the yard today:
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Whoa! |
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