Hot
Today was the hottest day in Portland since the little heat wave during Skipper's infancy in 2009 that is burned into my memory. It was hot.
Cook, because he is reaching Ahab-level obsession with home improvement jobs, spent the blazingly hot afternoon washing, scraping, painting, and repairing various parts of the exterior of the house. At one point I came out and found him wielding the clippers in a demented frenzy, trimming away branches and prickly plants at the overgrown, little-visited northwest corner of the house so that he could get to a crumbling corner of the roof before his magic (toxic) wood-preserving potion hardened up and became unusable. I backed away slowly.
Duchess is still vacationing in balmy coastal California, so she didn't get to enjoy the heat. Skipper seemed kind of sluggish and off her stride all day, and by the time she fell asleep for a second nap at 5:30 PM, we had finally cottoned on to the fact that she's sick. The poor kid even managed to fire up a fever on the hottest day in three years.
Cook, because he is reaching Ahab-level obsession with home improvement jobs, spent the blazingly hot afternoon washing, scraping, painting, and repairing various parts of the exterior of the house. At one point I came out and found him wielding the clippers in a demented frenzy, trimming away branches and prickly plants at the overgrown, little-visited northwest corner of the house so that he could get to a crumbling corner of the roof before his magic (toxic) wood-preserving potion hardened up and became unusable. I backed away slowly.
Duchess is still vacationing in balmy coastal California, so she didn't get to enjoy the heat. Skipper seemed kind of sluggish and off her stride all day, and by the time she fell asleep for a second nap at 5:30 PM, we had finally cottoned on to the fact that she's sick. The poor kid even managed to fire up a fever on the hottest day in three years.
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