And I’m hot.
Not in a looks kinda way, of course, but in a it-feels-like-an-oven-here kinda way!
We had homecoming at church today, which is always fun. The little pentecostal church I attend was founded by my Uncle (mom’s oldest brother) in 1988. My father, mother, and I were a few of the charter members - I started when I was 5 years old! Each year, we always do a special recognition of those who have been with the church since day 1, and as I was standing up front, I noticed all the kids out there – many of them my teenage cousins.
Suddenly it hit me…. I had been attending this church longer than any of them have been alive! And then over in the corner was my own newborn. It’s mind-boggling how fast life passes, and how things change. People grow, people age, people come, people go. It’s enough to cause a mind-blowout if you’re not carefully minding your thinkin’ wheels. 
20 years is a long time, especially when it takes up 4/5ths of my entire life.
After the service, we had a pot luck dinner. It was, in a word, delicious. I’m not sure if it’s because we have some of the best cooks in the world in our congregation, or if it’s simply because everyone brings those easy-to-make-comfort-food-cassaroles, but I got so full it wasn’t pretty.
It especially wasn’t pretty on the way back to the car, preparing to go home. I was barefoot, on concrete, mind you. And the temperature was unbearable. It took all I could do to keep from fainting right there with Jack-Evan in my arms! Maybe that’ll teach me not to eat so much….
We’re back at home, and according to the official google temperature for our city, it is 90 degrees with a humidity of 66%. But it feels about 110!
We’re all in the living room right now watching Herbie the Love Bug on the Hallmark channel. Both the ceiling fan, and our tall floor fan is going, and the air is cranked down to 72. All 3 of our dogs are camping out in here with us (Gabby and Gurtrude seem oblivious to the sweltering heat and are happily wrestling on the floor below me). Kevin is snoozing on the couch, and Jack-Evan is snoozing in his Winnie-the-Pooh swing. I’m sitting here trying to picture a cold, tall glass of iced tea. (I’m picturing it because it’s too hot to go into the kitchen and get me some…maybe I’ll make the effort in a few minutes).
