To-Do Lists

I always seem to have a long to-do list. Or my house always has a long to-do list.

It's a great house, perfect for parties and raising kids and critters...

But it's an old house. The air conditioner that cools three of the four bedrooms just croaked, which is kind of a yearly ritual, except that this time I think it's permanent.  Last year, when we had someone come to fix it, he came into the house, and said, "Do you know that this unit was made in 1970? It';s stamped right into the metal."

Forty-two years is a long run for an air conditioner. It's a long run for anything, for that matter. It's done it's job valiantly, but it's tired, understandably. I was tired at forty-two. And at forty-three, and all the way to forty-eight. but that's a whole 'nother story...

So the air conditioner has maybe gasped its last breath. 

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And my kitchen. Can you say

AVOCADO GREEN?

Don't get me wrong. I love avocados. I love green. But let's just admit that my kitchen might as well have 1970 stamped on it, just like the air conditioner. Now, it functions perfectly well, and I actually do like it since I painted the cupboards white. (It's much easier to like a kitchen that is AVOCADO GREEN and white, as opposed to AVOCADO GREEN and brown, apparently.)
And I know, if I wait long enough, avocado green will be back in style, just like bell-bottoms and Betty White... But I'm not sure I can wait that long.

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Now, I know that I shouldn't complain. I mean,  after all, I have a giant 1963 stamped on me. Figuratively, of course. And while I may need to fixed in various ways (the list varies, I'm sure, depending on who you ask), I don't think the list for me is as long as the one I have for my house.

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It's supposed to be a high of 108 degrees for the next three days.  That's hot. In case you didn't know. I mean, HOT. These next three days, if you wanted to, at my house, you could take a warm shower without ever touching the hot water faucet. The water in our pool is actually lukewarm. If days could have things stamped into them, today would say HOT in big bold capital letters.

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School starts for all three kids on Monday. Jenny is a seventh grader at our little local elementary school, Katie is a senior at the high school in town, and Joel will be a sophomore in college.
Wow.  How did that happen?
My dad always told me that once one of the kids was in high school, time would really fly by,
and he was right.
Time flies,
 and I miss my dad.
So, regardless of to-do lists, and forty-two year old houses,and one-hundred-eight degrees on the thermometer,
I'm just going to enjoy these next couple of days,
before all the hustle and bustle of this school year begins.