Today is my birthday.
Today is also Mother’s Day. 34 years ago, I was born on Mother’s Day. To this day, my Mom claims
The days surrounding the 4th of July were rather hectic, so much so that the 4th itself felt rather anti-climactic. And having a major holiday like the 4th smack dap in the middle of an otherwise ordinary week just felt… odd.
We have been (and still are… as the temps are supposed to be hovering around 100 degrees today for the umpteenth day in a row) in the middle of a heat wave that has been breaking all kinds of records. Then last Friday we (along with much of the mid-Atlantic region) were hit by a severe windstorm and lost power.
Since we lost power just before we were supposed to leave for the weekend for a SCA event (Baron Wars in Toledo) we kind of shrugged and hit the road. Apparently everything between South Dayton and Toldeo had suffered considerable wind damage and lost power. We saw a lot of downed trees, barns and silos missing roofs, tumbled machinery, convoys of DP&L trucks out to start in on repairs, and bumper-to-bumper stop-and-go (mostly stopped) traffic headed south on I-75 consisting of people fleeing the devastation and seeking A/C and electricity and fast food.
The power was back on when we got home on Sunday. As near as we can figure out, our power was out for over 24 hours. We were lucky, as there are still a lot of people without power.
Sunday evening we joined a bunch of friends for the fireworks celebration in downtown Dayton. And if that particular party hadn’t been taking place in the lovely air-conditioned Racquet Club on the top floor of the Kettering building, we might not have gone… it was just that hot and humid.
Yesterday, the actual 4th, we spent working on various projects. We could have gone to see more fireworks (Centerville puts on a really good show) but decided at the last minute that (again) it was just too hot and humid to venture forth from the A/C.
Maybe when it cools down enough to want to spend time outside we will run around the backyard with sparklers, or set off a couple of bottle rockets. Or maybe not.