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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 239 :: joy is popsicles

28 Aug
{in a heat wave}

It’s a hot one here on the East Coast… so hot I’m dreaming of popsicles. I am actually eating popsicles. Joy is a taste of relief and popsicles in a heat wave. 

Hot. Hot. Hot.

More tomorrow…



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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 219 :: joy is a fan

6 Aug
{in a heat wave}

It. Is. Hot. 

It’s almost midnight and still 80+ degrees. My ceiling fans are my new best friends. I wish I had twenty more of them… in fact, I might go buy twenty more fans tomorrow. Because in a heat wave a fan is pure joy.

It’s my own personal sauna.
How hot it is.

More tomorrow…


{hot, hot, hot}

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BLOG – GIFT DAY 182 :: a rose to remember

1 Jul

It’s hot, but our roses are still blooming. 
The rest of our garden is a bit, well . . . scorched.

This heat wave is brutal. 
I thought we had a mercury rising problem at 104 degrees here in Oregon.

Then I checked Facebook and saw reports of 109 degrees in my home state of Idaho.

THEN, I talked to a friend who was experiencing 125 degrees in California.

Just goes to show you can always find someone is hotter water, even more hot than you can imagine.

Sadly, I then read the news reports flashing across my screen, email, Facebook and all social media:  19 Firefighters Died in Arizona.

Brave souls.
As I look at my weepy garden, the leafs turning yellow, now limp and lying on the ground beneath, scorched by the heat despite our best efforts to water every single night . . . I am taken with the rose bush that continues to bloom.

A hero among the wilting.
Just like those firefighters.

More tomorrow.

Lovemore {fearless}
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Day 198: cold, cold thoughts on a scorching, hot day

17 Jul

It’s been hot this week.
Really hot today.

So hot, in fact, I rummaged to find old photos just to remember what that white, flaky, cold stuff we call “snow” looks like.

This photo was taken three years ago in Vermont.

In the snow.
LOTS of snow.

So deep, Pup could barely jump out of it to get his powerful, strong legs back onto the deck after he jumped full force Vizsla-style into it.

There was so much snow that day, all I could think about was the sun. As I cozied up next to the fireplace I dreamt of hot, lazy days in a southern hemisphere on the sandy beach. Of course I had a margarita in my hand in this visual too.

And, right now, this very minute, I am cozied up to a fan blaring in my ear, still sweating it out at 10PM, dreaming of cold, snowy, winter days with hot cocoa. 

The snow is always cooler on the other side. 

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