A sweaty day

I just noticed that it has been a week since I felt that I had anything blogworthy to say.  Hmmmmm!  I still don’t have anything blogworthy to say.  I have had a pretty humdrum few days lately, mostly because I have had to work a whole extra day this week.  While I love my job, I feel that I spend sufficient time doing it, and any extra is a terrible burden.  Terrible.  On one of my days off, I cleaned, grocery shopped, and did laundry.  All day long  Dull, dull, dull, I know, but somehow, after such a day, I am gratified and happy that things look tidy.  Gratifying, but not interesting.  You don’t want to hear about it, I am sure.  On the other day off, Rebecca and I went on an urban hike to the University District.  This is a pretty long walk, but not too long.  Just right, in fact, and then, as to reward ourselves for our efforts, there are quite a few restaurants to choose from when one reaches the destination.  Usually, Rebecca is ready to start long before I am, and this time was no exception. Plus, we have a deadline of sorts, since Thursday is our Family Kitchen dishwashing day, and we don’t want to be late for that.  So, as too often happens, I overslept, and then stumbled out of bed in a stupor.  I was so late that I had only 1.5 cups of tea.  Big mistake. This is really, really, not enough.  About the time we approached the Volunteer Park wading pool, and I had regaled Becca (for about the thousandth time) with my memories of coming here with my Grandmother when I was wading pool age, and how we had many nice days here with baby Rachael, I switched into heavy whine mode.  It was too hot.  I felt faint from lack of tea.  And dehydrated.  I should have gone to the potty before we left.  It was way, way too hot.  If only I could find a sprinkler and moisten my fevered brow.  Etc.  Becca was stoical about my whining, and feigned suitable sympathy. 

As I trudged and Becca sprang along, we noted the first signs of the approaching autumn.  Falling leaves, profusions of dahlias, and lovely apples.  Are apples the national fruit of Washington?  I think maybe.

As we crossed the University of Washington campus, we found a lawn sprinkler and I wetted myself down.  This improved my mood considerably.  Then at the restaurant, one of my favorites, I gulped down my huge glass of water and half of Becca’s.  She was shocked when she went to take a sip and her glass was nearly empty.  I felt much cheerier, and didn’t whine at all on the way home (by bus, I might add.  It is all uphill all the way.)