Children Win Men's Swimming Finals Tickets

Received a FaceTime call this morning at 08:30 from my son. He was calling from the Visa Lounge in London.

He and his youngest sister are going to the Men's Swimming Finals tonight. Michael Phelps' last individual event of his career in the men's 100m butterfly.


I didn't get the details because he was talking at a low volume and there was quite a bit of background noise. It sounded like my son-in-law won the tickets and he and my youngest daughter were wearing swimming caps ... I'll get the details when they arrive home in two weeks.


On FB, after reading posts between my married daughter, who lives in London, and my son, I figure the following. She entered her husband's name in a raffle for the tickets at the Visa lounge. His name was pulled. He won the tickets. Since there are four of them in London they paired off, Londoners and Troopers (that is our town here in the USA), and flipped a coin. The Troopers won the toss. The two visiting Americans are going to the finals. I sensed a bit of tension between my London daughter and my son in their FB posts.

I guess two will be inside and two outside enjoying the games.


It is nice to electronically see siblings getting along so far from home. 


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A Heavy Wet Hot Blanket is Difficult to Breath Under

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Summer arrived on 20 June. Counting 20 June the temperature has risen above 90ªF/32ºC on six of the eleven days to the end of the month.

It is hot.

Then there is the humidity.

I worked outdoors changing billboards for most of 34 years. Back in the 70's and early 80's, when we were still drinking at lunch, I remember the crew leaving an air conditioned bar after 4 or 5 cold mugs of beer. As soon as we walked through the doorway into the sun, it felt as though a heavy wet hot blanket was dropped on us. It was hot, sticky, hard to breath and it felt like a we were each carrying a ton of bricks on our shoulders.

Some of those times the crew just turned around and went back into the bar until it was time to drive the trucks back to the shop to clock out.

I don't miss working outside, at all!

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July is just around the corner.

There are 31 days in July.

Historically, of those 31 days the record high for the day has risen above 100ºF/38ºC on 17 of those 31 days.

I can't wait.

The heat is drying everything outdoors.

The grass is turning brown.

The garden needs to be watered frequently.

I guess it is a good thing the garden can't drive to the bar for lunch. It might never come back. 

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