It's hot. Too hot! What date is it? Like June something? And I'm already complaining about the heat? Great. 2 more months of summer left; the two HOT months, no less.
I think I'm going to turn into my grandparents, who, since I can remember, always stayed in St. George for the winter and Rexburg, ID for the summer.
Ah, my grandparents. I love them! They've been gone for 6 years now. I wasn't able to attend either of their funerals, because I was poor in North Carolina at the time.
I remember when I outgrew them, and I'm by no means tall; I think I was maybe 12 or 13. They were short and adorable. Grandpa couldn't hear a lick, so he'd sit there quietly playing with the youngest children. He developed alzheimer's and became a prick to my grandma, who was the sweetest thing in the world. He couldn't remember who I was, and he would keep asking my dad if he "was still dating that Diane girl". (Diane is my mother, and my dad had been married to her for 25 years by this time)
Grandpa died in October of 1998. My grandma was actually relieved, and was excited to get reaquainted with all her grandchildren (caring for an alzheimer's patient takes ALL of one's time). She made me an afghan for our wedding that year. I think it was the last one she made. She died in November of 1998. A month later! No health problems, either. When I was mormon I used to attribute that to their souls needing to be together in the spirit-world, teaching the gospel. I always envisioned them meeting me whenever I die. I don't envision that anymore.
Ok, well I'm not sure how it being so hot outside turned into reminiscing about my dead grandparents. But it IS hot outside. Did I mention that? :)