It was 98 here today. Wait, isn't it just May?
I was sweating outside at 9pm, with no shirt.

I remember the difference between AM and PM by saying After Midnight and Pefore Midnight.

West of Denver, Colorado, at about 7,800 feet ASL. But there's very little snow left right here. The trails I was referring to are a little higher up.

I wouldn't have pictured you knowing either one of those tunes, Bri. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

LOL! after our "cave girl" discussion (in which my friends insisted I MUST have a cape--even just a little one--with wings); my friend said she had bizarre dreams about flying around her house nekkid!

You'd be surprised at what I know ;)

It's a perfectly seasoned 68 degrees here in oHIo land. Tis rare indeed that we have nice weather. I get panicky at 78 degrees. Our summers are like being in a sauna----hot, humid, sticky and they piss you off.

Well I know she is close to my age and from what I remember there was not much else on the radio and nothing but Wild Kingdom and Walt Disney on tv so.

Those would be my reasons for knowing those songs. Not like I am projecting on a generation or anything. :o

And then there was that whole movie about that guy...who was it...oh yeah, Johnny Cash. :p

freeway in the next town over was closed yesterday for 8 hours all the way to the Arizona border.

For WIND and BLOWING DUST.

The price we pay for having good weather the rest of the year, I guess.

I'm not dreading the heat this year. Being 4 stone down on last year helps, as does not having to commute. And also this year I've gone all girly and it's all about light coloured clothes, floaty dresses, skirts and sandals.

I feel I am prepared.

Be prepared to put up with complaints I am melting however. I predict a hot one and my sanguine attitude will desert me!

"A Feeling of Thread" anyone?
:)

El Paso was Marty Robbins' song.

she's talking about Ring of Fire, tho'

I was talkin' 'bout both of 'em.


Ever see Steve Martin's take on El Paso? HIlarious!

Damm good question.

My dad used to strum on an acoustic and sing that song along with ghost riders in the sky. That is a really good memory but then we're talking about dread.

How about this.

I am at a point in my life where I think my major tribulations are over. I might get a fatal disease and fight like hell but then I will be only taking care of myself.

It's like a mid life crisis without the crisis. I am adrift, bored, happy and blessed all at the same time. When you live with stress for so long that it becomes the norm and then it wanes practically in the space of a year now one's body still wants to get in that stress mode but it has no problem to focus on. I have no place to go. I have both paddles in my canoe and no road map.

so there's my dread...or my anti dread. I am going to take a class next fall so I have something to do during my work shift. That's all I know the future is a blank. What if it's really good? :eyebrow: