Good thing it's not the 30's anymore!

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Dog days already?!

So....hot enough for you? Today is day 3 of the heat. The weather probably shouldn't even be a blog topic, but when it happens this early, it is! Right now, as I post this, it's warmer here (83 degrees) than it is in Orlando FL (81 degrees).

Now, technically it's not even summer yet (June 21), and here in CT the average temp for June 9 is 79. Yet today, it was in the 90s. According to the car, it reached 102! On the Merritt Parkway. At 5:30 PM. In the shade. Granted, some of that is probably reflected heat from the pavement but still...

It's so hot schools closed early today - and will again tomorrow. Good thing the bus driver called D to let him know Clare was waiting at the end of the street. I remember when it got hot toward the end of school, the nuns would make us put our heads down on our desk. And maybe, if they were so moved (ok, young and not cynical yet) would turn the lights off. And God forbid you use a paper to fan yourself. You were just making yourself hotter. Although, to be fair, perhaps it never got this hot. It just seemed that way.

Today brought out the inner slacker in me in full force. It was too hot to do anything else. And the weather feeds into my inner fantasy that I'm secretly a southern belle just looking for a porch to swing on while sipping my lemonade the entire afternoon (as if I were in a Pat Conroy/Anne Rivers Siddons/Dorothea Benton Frank novel).

Thanks goodness for air conditioning!!

Monsters, or whatever gets you through the night

Additional material for the things my child will be telling a therapist later in life:

Putting Clare to bed tonight, she says she's scared of what's under her bed...feigning ignorance, I ask her why she's scared of Princess Monopoly or "the cake game" (Clue Jr.). Not games mom! The monsters! Monsters under the bed.

Thinking fast, I tell her that when we bought the house we had a monster fence installed. And it makes a noise that only monsters can hear so it scares them away.

I asked her if she heard the noise. She looked at me all wide eyed and said no. I reply good, because if she heard the noise, that means she's a monster too!

Telling her to close her eyes because then the monsters won't be able to see her, I kiss her good night and tell her sweet dreams.