I had one of those Mom moments today that no one ever tells you about. What it is like to put a kid on a bus and send them off to camp. For a week. Egads, I thought my heart was being ripped from my chest as I watched that big bus roll away from the school. He’s been off to sleepovers, stays with his Grame for as long as he can finagle, but this?! Goodness, I don’t know if I can make it until he sends me a postcard and lets me know he is doing well. I’ve already sent him a postcard–reminding him to brush his teeth.
Well, there are some things you just can’t let go of.
In the meantime, I am home with the little guy and we are sweltering in our Seattle heatwave, which is supposed to creep close to a hundred this week. Like nearly everyone in Seattle, we don’t have AC. The pioneer spirit prevails this week as everyone discusses their strategies for keeping cool. I am trying to convince the DH to pitch the tent in the backyard and have a camp out, but he is too much of a city boy for something that hokey. He may have no choice when I drag our mattress out on the deck–it is really heavenly out there in the evening when the house is still stifling.
I remember the first time my father-in-law came to visit and it was July and hot, and he kept asking that we turn on the AC. And we kept explaining that we didn’t have AC. Well, of course you have AC, he insisted. He decided that we were too inexperienced as homeowners to know how to turn it on, so he spent a good forty five minutes hunting around the furnace, hot water heater and electrical panel looking for the on switch to our AC. When he finally admitted defeat, that we indeed did not have AC, he asked us what we were thinking buying a house without AC? We had a heck of a time explaining that there are hardly any houses in Seattle with AC. It’s a hard argument to make that you don’t need it when it is 90 outside and the house is over 80.
But this week it would be nice if I could go downstairs, root around the very quiet furnace and find that by some miracle we actually do have AC. Especially because I made the mistake of baking this chocolate zucchini cake this morning, which resulted in heating the kitchen up–well before the blistering sun outside did it for me. Why is it that my zucchini plants have decided to bring it on when I really don’t want to do a baking marathon? They just seem to be puking out zukes at an alarming rate right now (I think that Zoo Doo I won is doing wonders) but in the meantime, I need to find some way to use them up– I think the food bank is about to get a visit from the zucchini fairy. Any ideas?