Summer is here, and so is the heat!

I let Cowboy and Badger sleep late today.
I’m pretty sure Cowboy was down at the chicken coop after work with a gun, making sure the remaining chickens lived another day.
That meant it was closer to 2 a.m. when he got to bed.

They were up by 11 a.m., and Badger went to freshen up while her dad was eating breakfast.

We were going out to pick up her Father’s Day present from Walgreens, and then to Walmart for fixings for supper tonight.

She was still swimming in the steam when the company phone rang, and it wasn’t a telemarketer.
Something had broken at the plant, and they needed Cowboy.
It’s been ages since they’ve called him in.
There was a time when every weekend they were calling him into work, but then it just stopped.

At 11:30 a.m., Cowboy walked out the door. “It won’t take me long.”
I told him I’d see him around 10 p.m.
Been there, done that.

Badger spent the day in her room, in one of her cranky, leave‑me‑alone moods.

I alternated between my bedroom and the living room.
I got a new book in the mail, good, normal murder, and I have the magic cat mystery books.
I watched some TV, did a bit of blogging, and got addicted to Price Is Right Plinko online.
Eh, it feels like up‑time, right?

Cowboy got home at 6 p.m., took care of the chickens, changed out of his uniform, and we headed to town.
I wasn’t sure that we would. 
It was super hot today, and he was just wet with sweat from working in the heat and that heavy uniform.
I guess he told Badger he was taking her, and whether he felt like it or not, he was taking her.
Just a little later than expected.

We went to Walmart and picked up lunch for tomorrow.
When planning the weekly menu, we didn’t take into account that it was going to be miserably hot.
I mean, I know they said a heat wave was coming, but they always cry wolf.
Yeah, it’s not a sheep out there. 
It’s a wolf, a very hot wolf.
Tomorrow, at least, we’re having cold sliders.
Why in the world was Walmart totally out of bread?!
Cowboy said, “Huh, they didn’t call for snow.”
We got lucky and found one slightly smushed package of slider buns.

We grabbed supper to go from Taco Bell. 
That late in the evening, and with the heat, did you really think Badger, or I were cooking?
It was close to 90° when we left the house, and Cowboy still refused to run the a/c in the car.

The final stop was Walgreens.

Our last stop was Walgreens.
We got home at 8:44 p.m., a little later because we took the scenic route.
We drove through the back country where Cowboy once hunted.
Now there’s no hunting, just rows of fancy houses.
I doubt the people living there know, or care, that their homes sit on ground where old men and foxhounds once gathered.
A different lifetime, gone forever.

I am slightly worried about Cowboy’s vision. 
I don’t care what the optometrist says.
Two slightly suicidal deer were at the edge of the road, two different parts of the road, and Cowboy didn’t see either of them!
I had to yell, “Watch out! Bambi is staring at us, and I don’t want a deer in my lap.”
“Where? I don’t see a deer.”
Good grief, old man, I can reach out my window and pet the bloody thing.

We made it safely home, no deer in my lap, and we even managed not to play bunny bowling.
I saw so many rabbits on the edge of the road. 
Thank goodness they were not suicidal and had the sense to hop like crazy out of our way.

We got home, Badger handed Cowboy his mug, and for the first time ever, he didn’t complain.
Either he was just too tired and hot at that point, or he was pleased to see his baby on a mug.
For a cat hater, he and Skunk have a bond.
You do not touch his cat.

We ate supper, Badger disappeared into her room, and Cowboy curled up in his recliner.
I’ll type this up and then head to bed.
Tomorrow looks like another reading day.
Cowboy will be at morning and evening services, but Badger and I will not.

 

No politics on the blog,
but bombing Iran, and without Congress approval.

I think I understand that he can actually do this legally.

Well, all I can say is that no one wanted a woman president.

You wanted a male in the White House.
So you elected a man with dementia.
He clearly showed you in his first go round he was dangerous.

When we get a worse 9/11,
when we enter a nuclear war,
you voted for it.

You cannot take a genie out of his bottle,
raise it up,
tell the genie that it is a god
and then when it does evil, as genies are inclined to do,
try to shove it back in its bottle.

It does not work like that.

This is entirely on a society that still sees women as inadequate,
reluctant to see women as fully capable of holding the power we routinely grant to men.

No one can say they did not see it coming.
You just chose not to care.