Summertime, and the livin' is easy (NOT)

 We're having a heat wave, which isn't anything strange in Missouri in July.  It's funny, we always act as though it shouldn't be happening, knowing full well that it's the norm here.  It's clear that global warming is real:  icebergs are melting, lakes are disappearing.  But temperatures in the 90's are nothing new here.  I used to make fun of people who couldn't live without air conditioning, but over in our old house we finally got a small window unit so we could sleep better at night.  Once we moved to the trailer house, we had whole house air conditioning.

God bless the man who invented air conditioning.  

I'm in the same position as last year, dragging soaker hoses from one row to another.  Half the garden isn't planted because I can only handle so much, especially in this heat.  About this time last year, I swore I was going to cut down the size of the garden, and I have.  Oh, it's the same space, but there are plenty of spots where nothing is planted.  I swore I wouldn't deal with soaker hoses again, yet here I am, doing it.

Cliff is having more trouble breathing all the time.  He's now sleeping in the recliner all night.  If he gets up in the night or early morning and goes on to bed, he coughs constantly.  His last pulmonary doctor retired, but he does have an appointment with a new one in August.  He and I both know how the asthma journey goes ... his mother and aunt both suffered with it all their lives.  There's no cure.  

Thanks to our next-door grandson, Cliff is still messing with old tractors, letting Arick do all the hard work as he gives instruction from the sidelines.  Arick living next door has been a wonderful gift to my husband.  He also mows, weed-eats, and carries any heavy loads for him.  I don't know what we'd do without him.

For some reason I woke up thinking about one of my favorite folk songs this morning.  I love the words to it.

Someday we'll roll away the stone
That we have carried for so long
All our burdens will be gone
And I can't wait

We will find our way to
An understanding of all views
No prayer shall be refused
I can't wait

It seems we have gone too far
And now we don't know where we are
I believe we'll find a guiding star
But I can't wait

If faith is the final place
Where all fears have been erased
And the locks have fallen from the gates
I can't wait

Someday we'll roll away the stone
That we have carried for so long
All our burdens will be gone
And I can't wait

We will find our way to
An understanding of all views
No prayer shall be refused
And I can't wait

Written by Fats Kaplin, Kevin Welch, and Kieran Kane