Cousin Gus, who is somewhere near 80 years old, invited us to his annual 4th of July barbeque, which always happens at straight-up noon. We haven't missed many of his barbeques. We usually get there in time to help pull the meat while it's hot off the grill. Man, it's good.
But this year, Nanny (who just turned 85 and recently had a "spell") decided she wasn't up to the heat, so we ordered some ribs from our daughter-in-law's father's BBQ joint and had a quiet dinner with Nanny late in the afternoon.
As darkness fell, folks in the neighborhood began to shoot fireworks. Things were still booming when I went to bed at 11.
It was so hot last week that I rarely ventured outside. Finally, on Friday, I had to go to the grocery store. It was a madhouse. As I entered the store, people coming out would stop and exclaim, "Shoooo! It's hot!" Inside the store, everybody seemed frantic and irritable. There was a traffic jam in the bread aisle, with people grabbing bags of buns off the shelves and store employees waiting to refill them. I did not dally; I got what I needed and got the heck out of there. On the way out of the store, I heard a lady grumbling about the crazy people inside. Then she almost backed into my car as we were attempting to leave. For the first time in about 30 years, I laid into the horn on my car, which probably pissed her off even more.
This week I have an appointment to have a tooth pulled. The dentist has been telling me for months that the tooth needs to come out. When I went in Wednesday for a cleaning, the area around the tooth had been tender for a couple of days. So the time has arrived. I dread it. I never even had a cavity until I was pregnant with Son #2, and now I have a mouth full of crowns that have begun to loosen. It looks like this might be the Year of the Dental Makeover. Boy, do I dread it.
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