The weather is beyond appalling. I am a damp limp rag – but one which is panting. It is nearly nine in the evening, and my bedroom is 90.5F. This, after it has been cooling off. I am such a hot weather wimp. I hate it. I have taken about five cold showers today to try to cool off. Yesterday it was nearly as hot, and we (Rachael, Dakki, and I) went to Becca’s house for dinner. As usual, it was scrumptious. Along with an amazing dinner, she served a cucumber/mint drink. Sounds a little odd, doesn’t it? But it was the perfect thing for this dreadful weather. Then Becca and I went for a postprandial walk to Volunteer Park and decided to walk up into the water tower. Whenever we do this, I have to bore everyone with reminiscences about my adorable Grandfather taking me up there when I was very small. I was always thrilled, and thought it was one of the most exciting things one could possibly do. Actually, it is still pretty exciting. Here you can see Rebecca ascending the stairs and then looking out one of the windows. From the observation area, you can see miles and miles in every direction. To the east is the dome of Holy Names Academy where my mother and Rebecca went to school. To the west you can see the space needle. After we descended, we walked through the park a bit more, and I took another picture of the space needle.
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