"There's no good outfit for 100 degree weather in New York City." ~ Lo Bosworth, TV Personality
Welcome back folks. It's Monday, August 3, 2015. I have a special recognition to share. I actually didn't know whether I should call Al Gore about it, or, as they say back home, stew in my own buttermilk. Last Tuesday, July 28th, out at the big airport where they keep all the 'official official' weather records, it hit 100 degrees right on the nose. I know that you knew it was really hot but this was a significant occurrence, not because it doesn't happen frequently in the summertime in Texas, but here's why this was quite remarkable. That was the first time the 100 degree mark was reached at this official weather recording station since September 3, 2013. Nearly two years. Now don't go to shivering on me. I mentioned something about this to my wife and she let me know that her car temperature indicator for the outside air has shown it to be well over 100 several times already. Inside my car it tells you that it has been over 100 when that sun screen deal you put up on your windshield has melt marks on it. I do know that when I am out and about and I get out of the vehicle it seems like all the air has been taken already. I usually look around to see if I can find the culprit. But, it pretty much works that way for everyone so we grin, bear it, and dream about some cooler air that's bound to show up sooner or later.
I used to love to stop at one of those shaved ice places. But they have all gone modern on me. That green stuff they sell is typically no longer the delicious lime it used to be. It's now sour apple or some other concoction, and as they say back home, that stuff would gag a maggot. Sorry. But that's what was said. It really was. What has happened to our tastes here in the land of the free and the home of the brave? Green tea flavor? Guava punch? Wedding cake? Wild berry? Cappuccino? Kiwi fruit? Chocolate? You gotta be kidding. Someone may need to get 911 on hold just in case I keel over. On top of that, some mix them all up together. They come away with all kinds of striped stuff in their cup. Have we gone completely mad? I can see my self all hot and bothered ordering up a big ole cotton candy snow cone to help cool me off. NOT!!! I thought we had some kind of law about the basic food groups and it includes the basic flavors for snow cones? Right? I know. Maybe I could just get a cup of ice and be done with it. Not a bad idea, my friend, not a bad idea.
While I was out on the road the other day I heard an interesting story about those who run the rides at amusement parks. They asked people to call in with their best stories about rides at a fair, carnival, or amusement park. Many called in about roller coasters. Some reports were scary because of a malfunction. Several ladies called in and said they received their wedding proposal while riding a roller coaster. One had a story about her proposal experience that ended up with very mixed feelings. Her boy friend went to a lot of trouble to conceal his intention. He had even slipped around and gotten her grandmother's ring to use in his proposal. Just when he got down on one knee and handed her the ring the roller coaster lurched and the ring fell down into the bowels underneath. They looked for hours along with the entire staff of the amusement park. The park folks continued to look for weeks but to no avail. Two months later she received a call. They had found a ring. She was overjoyed. It was an engagement ring but sadly, it wasn't her grandmother's ring. I guess someone else suffered the same outcome. I suppose the moral of the story is if you decide to propose on a ride make sure it's stationary at the time you hand your intended the ring. If it has to be a ride maybe you could choose one of those little horses out in front of Wal-Mart. Maybe not. Take care and may God bless one and all is my prayer. Amen. ...More later.
Many years in this sojourn here on planet earth and I have the scars to prove it but I have been, am now, and will be blessed to have had the privilege of doing what little I've done to honor God and serve others.