Update 7:00 p.m…..Steve and I are out in the front yard trimming lots of bushes and trees, and mowing. He was edging till the weedeater died for the umpteenth time. I was trimming the wisteria when I got into a wasp nest. I am highly allergic to wasp stings. I never even saw them. My hand feels like I ran a nail through it and it’s swelling. I took Benadryl, put Benadryl cream on the sting, and used my epinephrine inhaler, so the asthma won’t kick in. Sometimes it will make my heart irregular (or just more irregular than it normally is). I hate wasps. Is there really a good purpose for them?
I’m fixing to grill t-bone steaks. Who wants to come for dinner?
Brandon installed a solar-powered roof vent last night. He got up on the roof, cut a huge hole in the roof, and we discovered a storm was coming. But the rain stayed to the north of us. However, he was up there while lightning was lighting up the area. We are hoping the vent will help lower our outrageous electric bills.
I just thought it was hot here the last few days. The news just said that in S. Dakota, it was 120 today. It cooled off considerably after today’s rain. At about 1:00 this afternoon, it was 75 degrees – 25 degrees cooler than yesterday. It won’t last.
Second day down. Three to go.
It started pouring down rain today, a few minutes after 11:00. Fortunately, most of the day was over by then. I was teaching my last music class. But the playground will most likely be too wet for the kids to play out there tomorrow.
Rachael came to help yesterday and this morning. It’s been extremely hot (like 100 degrees with a heat index of 110 yesterday) so she left her windows down this morning. Well, guess what was still down when the rain started? And her scrubs were in the car because she was going to just change at church and go to work from there. She had to hang them up in the kitchen to let them dry. And the car seat was soaked.
Every year, we have a contest between the girls and the boys, to see who can bring the most change to put in the offering. The monetary amount doesn’t matter – the weight does. So they bring mostly pennies, since that will weigh more. We have a balance scale – boys bucket on one side, girls on the other. If the boys win, a representative for the girls gets a pie in the face, and vice versa (they volunteered). The representatives this year are Andy and Bethany. Andy is dying to hit Beth in the face with a pie, but the girls are winning so far. Yesterday, one of the little girls told Andy’s mom, Chris, “That boy’s goin’ down!!” They get so excited about this, and we really play it up. The funny thing is, even the adults get excited about this. We’ve had perfectly sane adults (and some not so sane), bring $50 in pennies so their side could win. At 11:30 on Friday, the pie showdown will be outside in the play area. Yes, we’ll get pictures. But we have a plan. If the boys win, and Beth gets the pie in the face, she’s going to have a can of Redi-Whip handy to spray Andy, so he gets his, too. He’s got it coming to him. The pie will just be Cool Whip. This morning during the opening assembly, I asked Andy what kind of pie he likes. He said pecan. I told him pecan pie doesn’t smash too well.
When the kids started coming into opening assembly, I was sitting on the front pew, going over some of the music. Nathan Chuong (see our clown in the previous two posts), came up behind me and leaned over my shoulder. With this little pleading voice, he said, “Can’t y’all please just give us some money, so the boys can win?” I think he’s worried. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Uh oh, girls are winning:
Beth and her kids. They are holding their craft project, little crabs made of felt and stuffed with pinto beans. They turned out pretty cute.
Counting down: 2 more days till Ethan’s birthday