For all of May's dark days, seemingly-continuous rains, and cool-to-cold weather, the month has ended as if determined to make its exit amid a blaze of sun and blast of heat worthy of mid-August.
The National Weather Service predicted daily temperatures of 91˚F (32.778˚ C) for the past three days, which would have set new all-time record highs. As it turns out—at least for yesterday and the day before—they overestimated by 2 measly degrees…which means it was just insufferably hot rather than unprecedentedly hot. Today remains to be seen, er, felt.
Myladylove managed to arrange from Saturday afternoon through today off from work. We spent the extended Memorial Day holiday decorating the graves of various family members and friends, watching the Indy 500, cooking slabs of ribs on the grill, taking long drives, and working in the yard and around the house. Ice cream cones were occasionally consumed as counter-measures against the heat. Interludes of dozy lethargy in the chaise lounges revitalized. We're building screens this morning, planting a few seeds, and perhaps going to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie in 3D at the local IMAX theater.
Except for the fact the river is too high and muddy for fishing, a near-perfect holiday.
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Yesterday was my Grandpa Williams' birthday. He was born in 1879 in Johnson County, Kentucky. When he and Grandma got married, they lived in a log cabin on Bear Branch. Their first two kids were stillborn. However, they raised four daughters and three sons, my mother being the middle child. She outlived all her siblings. Grandpa taught me to plant a garden and whittle safely. He passed away when I was 18 years old. He wouldn't have believe today's world…