Wow. I probably wished too hard for summer weather, because we got the hottest day of the year today, nearly 100ļF. (I saw three separate reports listing the high temperature at 99, 98 and 97. Take your pick. Itís all the same to me.)
But I will not complain. How would I dare, after moaning about how much I wanted it to warm up? Itís hard to work up enough energy to do anything in this kind of heat, especially for a fat old guy like me, but Iím not going to complain about that. I kind of wish it had eased into this much heat, but itís too late to wish for that. I already wished for the other thing.
Still, I got through my day and got some work done, and then the family got together to celebrate Fatherís Day. Itís not Fatherís Day, of course; thatís coming up Sunday. But weíll be scattered to the four winds (ooh, a breeze; four of them, even), so we gathered at Tammy and Davidís house tonight, for cake and also to acknowledge the paternal figures amongst us. That would be John and David, I guess. At least, theyíre the only ones who got presents.
Aiden took charge, as he always does, handing out gifts and insisting that they be opened as quickly and ruthlessly as possible. If he sees youíre slacking off, heíll give you a hand. ďOpen it, Grandpa!Ē And then, ďOpen it, Daddy!Ē So we could move on to the next one, I guess. He must have known what he was talking about, because as soon as presents were done, I heard him say, ďI want cake.Ē
As usual, Kylie observed it all serenely from her daddyís lap. I even heard her giggle once, so I know she was having fun. D.J. and Dakota were around, in and out of the bedlam and causing their fair share of it. A good time was had by all, until the little people started to wear out. And even then, not so bad.