Summer Daze {+ Blog Talk Radio & Me}

It is hot.  Very very hot.  Although, for the first time - in a long time, the summer heat hasn't felt that bad.  (Okay, yesterday's heat is forcing me to take back that statement)

 

 

 

I am on super duper little dog duty. 

 

Watching stitches. 

 

Painting, while he sleeps under my feet.

 

 

Making sure there is no licking involved.

 

Applying medicine every few hours.

 

I have been Matty's butler for 5 days now.

 

2 more to go.

 

 

 

Time seems to stop, in the height of heat, in the middle of summer, while I play nanny.

 

 

 

I could put the cone around his neck, to keep him from licking (although he has been very good - btw - he got neutered).  But I think to myself, life goes by so fast.  Always busy busy busy.

 

Why not just be?

 

I mean, if I have the opportunity, to just be.  To just breathe. 

 

Why not just watch him heal?

 

 

And so, I decided that was just what I would do beginning last Friday.

 

So, here we are.

 

Me and my little dog.

 

Attached at the hip. 

 

On the swing, on a short walk, in the house, watching each other.

 

Then I think, this is what Mom's do (Mom's rock).  When Baby was ill, I didn't mind hand feeding her for 1 hour.  Getting full of mud to help her.  I didn't mind stopping everything I was doing to be there for her.  She needed me, and I didn't think twice about letting her need me.

 

And now, little Matty needs me.  I don't mind that my mind is exploding with creativity and I want to turn up my music, and paint.

 

I love him.

 

Love wins.

 

 

We swing. 

 

Well, I swing, and he stands with his feet in his pool watching me, watch him. 

 

He never sits in the water, so I don't have to worry about his stitches.

 

 I  blow bubbles into the sky...

 

Dreaming... 

 

 

 

Feeling like we are in a slow cook oven.

 

Feeling dizzy.

 

It is supposed to be around 107' F.

 

It feels more like the temperature reads in the sun...

 

 

 

Popsicles.

 

 

 

Back and forth, swinging in thick air...

 

 

 

Feeling woozy...

 

 

 

Watching a quail looking down at me through a tree.

 

Trying to take her picture...

 

Dropping camera, getting bonked on the head while it takes a picture, then catching it before it hits the ground, phew...

 

 

 

All the while, Quail gal watches...

 

 

 

I make myself more than dizzy, in the heat, hanging upside down, looking at her, while I swing. 

 

Quail, tree, quail tree, quail tree, is all I see....

 

 

Hello Quail. 

 

 

Life, in a bubble, in time...

 

 

However, our outside fun is short lived, as the air conditioning beckons us back inside.

 

I suppose I best go finish my chores.  We have a nice house-guest.  Me and a house full of boys, of the furry and human variety.  Odd indeed.  At least they all sing and play guitar.  Sans the furry one, that is.

 

I know I shared the video below 2+ years ago, but, the tune does go with my hot summer on the swing feelings today (plus, I heart Dustin O'Halloran)...

How do you keep cool in summer?  I have been making giant jars of lemonade. But good lemonade, not sour non-fun lemonade.  And, I always hose myself off about 10 times a day if I am outside (or jump in my outdoor shower/tub).  I was a swimmer my whole life and I adore the water (I always had a pool, alas, no pool in the country), so I am itching for a swim like you wouldn't believe.  Mister said we could build a pool out here, but it wouldn't be ready until fall or later.  We'll see...

That, and he might make me dig it myself ;)

Oh oh, I almost forgot... 

Before I go sneak in some painting time, which I am hysterically itching for, I wanted to tell you that...

Sunday I will be on Blog Talk Radio.  Interviewed on a fun show called Artistically Speaking.  And, from what I hear, you can possibly join a chat room and ask questions, or call in.  Isn't that scary as heck? ;)

Here are all the details.

It should be mad fun!

Will you join me?

I'll send you the most gigantikist dessert from anywhere in the world, your choice (of the imaginary variety, of course, but still), if you join me.

I promise ;)

 

Mmmm, hot fudge, brownies, vanilla frosting, cherry bites, sprinkles...
 
 

I know you want a bite.  Don't you?

Okay, off I go, must check on furry boy.

I will share more details about call in and live chat for Sunday, as I find out.

Warmest!!

 

♥ ,V

 

ps:  My friend Dick (Mister's life-long friend and band mate) just popped over to give me a gift.  The New Sting Symphonicities CD, out today (yesterday when I wrote this).  If you love symphony + Sting, the subtle intro to Every Little Thing She Does is Magic, will give you chills - the whole song has a romantic film feel.  I have been listening to it as I type.  Oh oh and, Englishman in New York, swooon!  I am really enjoying it.