Record temperatures all week, here in the southern part of Idaho where I live. Yesterday it hit 110 degrees. That's hot. Right now, at 7:00pm, it's 104. That's also hot.
I spent time outside, weeding the flowerbeds. Why I couldn't wait for double digit temperatures is beyond me. That weather brings out happy birds chirping. It was so blooming hot that even the hornets gave up and crawled back wherever they came from.
The only sound that broke the silence was the laughs of delight from the children next door.
They were bouncing on their trampoline, tossing a beach ball back and forth. To add excitement, they also had a sprinkler running over the entire trampoline. In the midst of yanking one weed after another, in 104 degree temperatures, I had to stop and smile at the shrieking and giggles from over the fence.
When the ball somehow made it into my yard, they cried out for me to throw it back. It was then that for just a brief moment, I wished I was a kid again. I would have hand delivered that ball, and joined them on the soaking wet trampoline.
But I was just a sweaty, grubby, middle-aged woman pulling on weeds. Remembering my childhood. Remembering the time when my own children were that age, and how they delighted in the simplest of entertainment, some of it actually safe...
I had one of those lightbulb moments. Aha!
I can't go back in time. But I can appreciate each moment on this wondrous planet. Today is going to be a memory for tomorrow. What kind of memory will it be?
I think it should be a "clean off the sweat and grime and go out for an ice cream cone" memory.
Stay cool, my friends.