Changes

 Less than a week ago it was 121 degrees here.  That isn’t a typo. It really was that hot. I only went outside long enough to hang up some laundry (yes, I like to air dry my laundry) and when I came inside I was so wiped out I had to take a nap.

And today– the sky  looks weird.  If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was a cloud layer making it seem gloomy, but it’s really smoke in the air from a fire in Angeles National Forest. The sun looked like we were having an eclipse and was almost a copper color. The temperature never got to the 90 that was predicted, but stayed right around 80.   The smoke in the air is keeping the temperature down and made it so I didn’t have to turn on the air conditioning, but what a price to pay.  

I spent a good part of the day in Ventura at the beach.  It is the one place my daughter in law feels its safe for us to meet up with our grandson.  The sky was gloomy there, too, but it was from actual clouds instead of smoke.  And the temperature hovered in the low 60s, so that it was chilly even with a sweatshirt.  But spending time with my grandson, even if I have a mask on and can only blow him kisses instead of giving them to him directly is so worth it.

I am happy just to watch him be himself.  To see the person he’s becoming, to listen to him sing. I enjoyed watching him eat the fish and chips from a stand in Harbor Village.  I adore every moment spent with him.

I almost didn’t go because I have so many deadlines to keep, but I’ll just work later tonight.  And now its back to Molly.  Just a hint there’s a drone involved.   I wanted to see how they work and bought a small one at Costco.  My son couldn’t stop laughing, but then he’s used to me doing odd things.  Tomorrow I’ll give it it’s maiden flight.