It is 102 degrees today – not a surprise. It has been ridiculously hot this week.
But, you know – it’s a dry heat. Har Har. Humidity would no doubt, be so much worse! Those two facts became very clear in my mind when I visited family in the mid-west. The moment I stepped out of the airplane and into the walkway to the gate, I felt as if I walked into a sauna fully dressed. All energy was sucked out of my body. I wanted a nap and an air-conditioned Hotel room.
When I moved to the Sierra mountains, I assumed that cooler weather would be up here. I was wrong. Not only that, but it is occasionally humid up here also. Summer storms make me nostalgic for the summers I hung out in my cousin’s basement. Practicing our writing skills and deciding how much we liked certain boys. We created a scale to measure exactly how much we liked someone. We named it the ‘Really’ Scale because the unit of measure were “reallies”.
The scale was between Zero and ten. You know, I really, really, really like him. That would give him a 3 on the really scale. Not a great score, but you would probably go out with him again. It was possible for a guy to change his score over time, either good or bad, so re-evaluations were often made. We discovered that the Really Scale was fun for casual contact as well as dating. Passing a guy on the street, or in a store, we could communicate our rating to each other, by saying, “seven reallies.” The casual rating was mostly based on good looks and general attitude. The “hunk” factor. Yes, mam’.
What? You thought only males judged and demeaned the opposite sex? Good one!
I do not have a Bucket List. My days are filled with too many lists as it is. Well, it’s more like one list and too many things listed upon it. I often overestimate my level of energy and underestimate how much time I have to accomplish everything on the stupid list.
I instead have a “Wishful List”. This list would not be like your routine bucket list, you know, things you want to do before you die. (i.e. you now have a deadline!) A Wishful List is where you write down the things you want to happen – to you or other people.
This list is for my imagination and amusement only. Occasionally, I may share items from my list with my wonderful readers, but some of my items will be private. I know y’all will understand.
Write a post worthy of being Freshly Pressed. It could happen. I have no idea what gets you Freshly Pressed because NONE of my 958 posts have qualified. Yet.
Go on a date to interview Channing Tatum. He would need a chaperone – just sayin’.
Get a small part in the 4th Thor movie. I’m pretty sure there will be another. No, wait! Co-write the screenplay – that would be so fun.
Swoon Reads falls in love with my manuscript and fixes the link to read it, OR, asks me to resubmit it. I already sent them 2 emails, so I will not send another. Sigh. It’s the waiting that kills your soul!
I wake up missing 30 pounds and every outfit in my closet fits me. Some are too big.
If I have to break off another tooth – let it be the sweet-tooth this time.
I’m successful in training my dog to dance with me
Something, not brain damage or anything, makes my hubby want to spoil and romance me like never before.
Some are more likely than others. The point is to entertain me. Try it sometime and see for yourself. I would love you to share them with me!