A Nice, Warm, Old-Fashioned Kind of Day

Yesterday was a warm, old-fashioned kind of day–well, actually, it was hot! And, guess what happened? My air conditioner stopped putting out cool air. This is the third time this summer that it has just given up. Is it old and tired? Is the heat too much for it? Have I not been properly grateful for the miracle of coolness and it is suffering from lack of attention?

Nemo and I made it through and we’ll make it through today too, and call the experts tomorrow. After all, when I was a child, we didn’t have air conditioning and survived quite well. I’m afraid all these mechanical helpers and technological marvels have spoiled me. But, they sure are nice!

Anyway, I had already started the honey yeast bread when the air conditioner quit, so I put the dough into the refrig, thinking that today I’d set it out to rise one more time and then bake it. Well! When I peeked into the refrig, I saw this enthusiastic bread was already on its way up. Nothing to do but take it out, let it rise some more and then bake it. Yes, the oven got the house even warmer, but what else could I do? The bread looks pretty good, even if I do say so. I haven’t sampled it yet but I’ll let you know how it tastes.

One of my dear Texas nieces requested family pictures. She is getting together genealogical information and I’m so glad. If you don’t have a picture record or a written record of your family’s history, I encourage you to think about rummaging through until you find one. We all have roots and it’s nice to remember those ancestors. If you are lucky enough to have old journals or diaries family memories have written, you are blessed. I think my family was too busy living to write anything but letters. I do have copies of a few old letters and I treasure them. History books can’t hold a candle to the actual account of people who lived through happenings we can only read about. Anyway, in delving through old pictures, I found the one of my grandparents that I put on my Facebook page. This may be the only picture of them at that particular time in their lives. It was my mother’s picture and I have no idea of the year. I would guess the place was Etta, Oklahoma. And, I would guess the year was sometime in the 1930s, but that’s only a guess.

So, today the trees are still and heavy with an abundance of leaves. The faithful dog walker has gone up the hill with her furry charge. My fountain in the front garden is burbling and Nemo is lying on the deck, soaking up the coolness. It’s a nice start to another Lord’s Day.

Answer to today’s mini mystery: what to do when the heat is sweltering and the air conditioner goes off? Read a cool cozy mystery, of course. May I suggest one with snow and Christmas and a chilling secret? Have you read Moonlight Can Be Murder?