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The boots, Grandma Gin, power surges and endless 90 degree temps

This year has been one for the record books in terms of sequential over 90 degree days for us. It's been brutal. And it persists. Today we're supposed to hit 96....again. There's a possibility but not a probability of afternoon thunderstorms.

 Let's cross our fingers for those-they're much needed respite and rare indeed.

Grandma Gin is now in a rehab facility in which she'll remain for a week or so. They're going to work with her so she's stable on her feet and confident in her ability to move about and generally as self-sufficient as possible given that she's not been completely stable on her feet for years and that she's 91. They seem very competent, positive, warm, and I'm guessing they're demanding, too, which is a very good thing when it comes to empowering surgical patients. More family arrives beginning tomorrow, which will be good for her and also let the hometown gang of myself, my aunt and my cousin get a little bit of a breather to boot. My Mom gets here in another week. 'nuff said there for now.

So the thunderstorms to which I refer can be violent. We had one on Sunday night that crept up late, dealt big thunder and lightning, and surged the power a couple of times. The surge didn't seem to hurt any of the big appliances, but we learned later that it fried the pump in the pond. Right? Seriously. So the fish are swimming around looking confused, and we're replacing that bad boy today. Poor little goldfish. Good thing they're tough...

Finally, the boots...I took them on a road test this morning, and they did great. There was concrete, asphalt and trail, and they felt good on all of those surfaces. I went about 3.5 miles, which is right around what we'll be doing this weekend, though we'll be at 10,600 feet when we do it, so that will add a little challenge to it. It's been awhile since I exerted at two miles above sea level...wish me luck, but I'm sure it'll be fine.

That's all I've got right now. Happy Hump Day, and remember to take time to breathe.


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