This past weekend, we had some hot weather! I am so happy Mark installed an air conditioner. I didn’t want the hole in the wall, but I welcome it on these 90 degree days. I’m sure ninety degrees sounds mild compared to some regions. I know. I’ve lived in Florida, California, Arizona, and New York (and everywhere in between). We’ve been wimpified here in the Pacific Northwest. I suppose it’s just what each region’s people adjusts to. In this area, if we heat up to 80 degrees, it’s a heat wave.
Sean and Olivia came over to wash their car. It’s a bit hot for car washing, but they did it and then I found them watching Ghost Busters in the den.
I cook with the air on, so I’m sure it was cold to them–hence the throw blankets. Givoanni joined them.
When Giovanni isn’t napping, he’s busy herding chickens. I don’t think they take him seriously, and frankly I’m more concerned for his safety than for theirs.
After a while, they simply ignore him.