Okay, I have officially had enough. Five days in a row of three-digit temperatures (Fahrenheit, of course; otherwise I wouldn’t be telling the tale) have done me in. Even sitting in front of the box fan set on high all day is useless, since all it does is bathe me in hot air. I’m a mass of warm Jell-o. Seriously.
So when David called this afternoon and asked me if I wanted to ride to the beach with them (in their air-conditioned van), I didn’t think twice. In fact, the hottest I felt all day was the half hour or so I spent waiting for them to pick me up. I haven’t seen the Pacific Ocean in a long time, even though it’s only 25 miles away. And I haven’t walked on the beach in even longer.
It was great cool fun riding out to the coast with them. Tammy and David in the front, Aiden and Kylie in the middle, and Titus and I in the back. Titus, being a big old dog, didn’t have much to say, which was all the better for Aiden, who never runs out of things to say. Sometimes he’ll just comment on what he sees out his car window (“There’s a motorcycle, Uncle Mike.”) and other times he’ll pose random philosophical queries.
“What’s going to happen to us?” he said at one point, totally out of the blue. Good question, Aiden. And that’s what I told him.
Kylie didn’t have a lot to say, but she squealed and gurgled a lot, so nobody ever forgot she was there. She was a happy little girl, sitting on the passenger side right behind her daddy, where she could see him and where he could turn around and talk to her.