Friday, September 7, 2007

Mrs Bale tries to keep a stiff upper lip

Mrs Bale and I are trying really hard not to whine, but geez Louise, it's 87 degrees at quarter of 6 in the evening! I can hardly breathe. I can't walk from one room to the other without boiling. It is too, too hot. A couple days ago the wood stove was cheerily burning away and today I just want to be in the air-conditioned car listening to my Mrs. Pollifax tapes.

1 comment:

  1. Nan, shall I send you a little air conditioning? You are as hot as we are. How strange. Stick you head in the freezer. That's been helping me with my hot flashes. Ha!


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