Pickup and Sleepover

Morning: still not much past 7. I am already hot and also have an ear worm, which is being a nuisance.

It is only 70F but with humidity at 93%, I am feeling it. Of course, not wishing a repeat of running down the street in my pjs carrying bags of garbage, I did do a little more morning bustling that usual, getting the trash sorted and put out early, but of course they aren't coming early today. Whatever! It's hot already and will go into the 90s with feels like temperatures being in the 100s by late afternoon.

As for my ear worm: I have one that I am not appreciating. It's from the movie, White Christmas, which we watch every Christmas season in these later years. It's not my fave movie, but I don't hate it. Sue likes it, so we watch it.

My ear worm is the song, I Fall Asleep Counting My Blessings. which I guess is really entitled Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep. It is not that great a song anyway, but when the only line I remember is I Fall Asleep Counting My Blessings, it's darn irritating. I hum the tune or part of it, but the only words I have in my tiny brain are what I just wrote twice above, so I am not going to repeat them again.

It's almost 7:30. The garbage is out. Sue and Danica are still sawing logs as the saying goes. I awoke at 4, but no one cares that I am all alone in these mornings. It's sad-making, really.

The Danica sleepover came as surprise and came after I got a desperate call: "JJ and I walked to Tim's (for a icy smoothie sort of drink), but the heat is killing us. Will you pick us up and drive us home?"

It was 34C/93F at the time with a feels like of  93C/106F, so yes of course I would pick them up. I will pretty well do what they ask, within some sort of reason, of course.

And that somehow led to a sleepover.

Sleepovers are different than they used to be. Danica stayed up while we went to bed. But now she sleeps-in a bit whereas in bygone days, we couldn't get her to stay in bed even until seven-zero-zero, which is how we said it before she could tell the time. She could look at the clock and see the three digits.

One thing that hasn't changed in 11 years of sleepovers is that, after supper, I take her to Shoppers Drug Mart, which is just around the corner. Back then, of course, her treat wasn't makeup but probably Beanie Babies or whatever they're called, But it almost always included ice cream and still does. Maybe someday, when I  am old(er) and feeble(r) she will take me to Shoppers and buy me ice cream. Of course, being with her is treat enough. Another change is that since I have become gimpy, we now drive rather than walk, even that short distance.

Enough for one morning. I hope it isn't too unbearably hot wherever you may be and that this post wasn't too awfully banal.