Weâd play cars and trucks in the dirt, run through the frog-eyed sprinkler, or â this doesnât seem right â play school, during our summer break. Remember the game that involved searching for an object, where youâd shout âyouâre getting warmer,â as the searcher approached the object or âyouâre getting colder,â when they moved farther away from it?
âYouâre so cold youâre freezingâ meant they were so far away they might as well start over.
I think Mother Natureâs playing that game with us this summer and we must have gotten really, really close. A few weeks ago I heard a little voice in my head shouting âyouâre so hot youâre burning up,â when Iâd crawl into the car after it sat in the sun all day.
Happy Motherâs Day!
I think Iâve done a half-decent job as a mom. My youngest texted me the other day wondering what we were doing for Motherâs Day. At this writing, weâre still not sure but at least he asked. Well, he does have his hands full with an energetic 4-year old and a not so energetic, eight-months pregnant wife. Yes, itâs true â Grammy Tammy and Papa Allen are expecting a new grandbaby in June.
Iâll give Kevin a pass on Motherâs Day this year. Like I said, he has his hands full.
January had 10 dates, from Jan. 20–29, that were palindromes. When these dates are written as numbers, they read the each way. Jan. 29, written as 1/29/21, is the same