The heat is on. Too sizzling to go outdoors till evening and then the outdoors are less stifling than inside the four walls. The doors are open but bring scant relief.
But the heat has been a long time coming this year. An unseasonably cool and wet Spring has delayed the onset of summer frazzle. The mountains have lost their green mantle and brown has taken over the vista.
The relatives came and went. While the six-pack went with the seventh to the Happiest Place on Earth, the gambling capital and the Mother canyon of all canyons, the octagenarian wisely chose to remain - would be hard to find walking implements with wheels to aid in the tortured gait. So a week off was spent largely driving up and down a foggy Pacific 1 or pushing a wheelchair in the mall of all malls. One side benefit - the Man and I have re-discovered the joys of watching dramas from the Mainland and re-discovering the crisp beauty of an ancient tongue. The roots have not withered but the offsprings remained rooted to their bits and bytes.
The sweltering is wearing me down. And to one up North - please know that the request to journey south and spend time roosting with the family is made out of love and care. If we don't spend the time together now when all of you are not weighted down by careers, family, mortgages and other worldly cares, the opportunity wanes by the year, nay months and weeks and days. Family must always reign above all else.
