Talkin’ About the Weather

There’s a reason you are supposed to jot ideas down in a notebook.  Especially if you are past the age of oh…say…27 or thereabout…and have a brain like a sieve.  There’s so much I wanted to tell you but haven’t made the time to sit down and write it.  Now that I’m sitting here? My brain is empty.  So…how about those Mariners? (Actually, I haven’t a clue how they are doing.  In fact, and I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I started to write Padres.  I guess old habits die hard. 

Let’s talk about something safe instead.  Like the weather.  That’s safe, right?

I realize that it is hot and humid in so many areas right now.  We, on the other hand, have finally gotten summer. (I’m crossing my fingers and hoping it stays) The skies are finally blue. 

The tops are finally off of our jeeps and, in Shaun’s case, so are the doors.

Yes, it’s a little scary barreling down the freeway with no door. It didn’t take too long for me to relax my grip on the frame of the Jeep.  (Hmmm…looks like I need a pedi really bad)

Everyone is outside playing.

Including these two who were surfing, Seattle-Style. Gnarly dude.

(Don’t worry, I’ll write about something more interesting tomorrow)