There are very few places in the world I would really like to visit but one of them is Cooperstown, New York. Yesterday, my friend Cindy got to be there for the 2014 Hall of Fame Induction. Cindy is a diehard Braves fan, and her son lives not far from Cooperstown, so it was a terrific opportunity for her.
I texted her and said I thought I saw her on TV last night, the back of her head anyway. She said it was 77 there yesterday. I then suffered a spasm of Weather Envy.
Here, it felt more like 97. Yikes. I had the air conditioner on AND a fan yesterday afternoon.
I am working on a project that I find so fascinating that it's hard to tear myself away. I am writing up family histories on my mom's families, the Butlers and the Hastys. I want to take my time and do it right, and that requires patience and research and reaching out to folks in the family.
I don't know as many stories about the Hastys, only because my grandmother didn't like most of the siblings of her husband and so stayed away from them and kept her children away from them, as much as possible. She preferred her own family and didn't care who knew it.
However, I have a Hasty cousin who has done a lot of research and I can trace the family back to Marcus Hasty, who lived from 1789-1862.
In this age of computers, I truly think we are all capable of writing down our family histories, and we should, as much as possible -- not just the line of folks but as much as we know about them as people. Seniors likely know many stories and they should be preserved. My mom has tons of stories. If I was better at camera stuff I'd just make videos of her telling stories.
I so regret not doing that with my dad when he was alive.
[below, me at age 6 at a wedding of one of my Butler cousins. I was the flowergirl but I was more interested in the cheese straws on the table than anything else.]
Lola has been a hot mess for the past 24 hours.
I was eating a bowl of sliced cantaloupe yesterday afternoon while sitting on the sofa in the family room, and Lola barked and carried on like her life was in danger, rolling her eyes, trying to get next to me and get a piece of that cantaloupe.
When I finished I put the bowl down on the floor even though there was literally nothing in it, and she licked it for 5 minutes.
Last night at dinner, I sliced up a homegrown tomato for Michael and put it in a small bowl at his place at the table. We were waiting for Mother and sitting on the sofa watching the news, and ignoring Lola. Lola very quietly eased herself over to the table and managed to balance her upper half on the chair and very very quietly take each tomato slice out, and eat it. She was so stealthy and so noiseless we didn't see anything, but I hollered when I got up and saw the empty bowl. We knew immediately who did it.
I have never seen a dog who likes fruits and veggies so much.
She sleeps on on a dog bed in my room. This morning, 7:38, I am sound asleep. Lola gives a mighty WOOF and jumps up like HEY I GOTTA GO OUTSIDE NOW NOW NOW THIS IS NOT A DRILL!
I jump out of bed and throw on a robe, and I am looking for my shoes when I hear a thump. That was the sound of Lola jumping on the bed and bounding over to my side, so she could snuggle into the warm spot I'd just vacated.
She's allowed on the bed, but not under the covers or on the pillows. I know that sounds harsh but we have to draw the line somewhere.
She went into Michael's room yesterday at some point and peed on his floor. I told him that was her way of saying he needs to clean up his room. He almost didn't see the puddle for all the dirty laundry..
That's about all the news for now.
Stay cool.