Then day before yesterday, our central air went out and our house quickly went up to nearly 90 degrees inside. Our wonderful air conditioning repair man came out almost as soon as he was called yesterday and got it fixed in just a few minutes, so we were only without air overnight one night.
I laid there, dosing on and off, itching, sweating and listening to the frogs and crickets outside and thought up the title to this post. "That's the closest I will get to camping this year, maybe ever."
And by that, I mean primitive (real) camping. If my husband wants to invest in an RV with A/C, I'm all over that. :-)
Some of us around here are seriously starting to feel that we need a vacation, but mom's house, getting it ready to sell, has to be the priority. We need to focus on that exclusively until we get it done. I was dreading selling mom's house at first, but now I really can't wait. Funny how time changes things.
|Dreaming of the beach ... it's been almost 4 years since we've taken a vacation.|