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Sunday, July 1, 2012

Weekend

I sat on this dock Friday night. It was wonderful.


Once upon a weekend, Chesapeake Bay Woman found herself sittin' on a dock near the bay talking to a new blog friend about how it might have been hot but not really because there was a breeze blowing.

And all.

Even though temperatures hovered closer to 100 than any other number except 500, nobody complained much because it was Friday night and it was Friday night.

The End.

Upon arriving home  and gasping for breath due to the dense humidity, I took a moment to respect the intensity of the heat but otherwise retreated to the cool and comfort of my wonderful, air-conditioned home.

Around midnight, over the din of my fully functioning ceiling fan and air conditioning unit, I noticed the lights flicker for a second.

Or two.

Maybe.

Whatever.

I stepped outside and was introduced to the violent storm, already in progress. After taking note that the storm was hurricane worthy as far as sustained winds were concerned, I went back inside, crawled under the Friday night covers (which usually promise no early morning interruptions) and quickly fell asleep.

Since the next day was Saturday, and there was no good reason to get up at all at any particular time, I slept until the sounds of the swirling ceiling fan finally plucked my last nerve before trotting to the kitchen to make myself a pot of coffee.

I enjoyed that coffee as if it were the only pot I'd ever tasted.

The only thing on the schedule that particular day was meeting  Jamie over at the Deltaville ballpark.  I asked Waterman JP if he'd like to come along, and he obliged.

Mind you, all afternoon I'd not left my yard. I didn't go to the Court House for any reason. I did not turn on the TV or the radio. E-mail was checked a few times and Facebook was scanned maybe once, but otherwise CBW was absolutely clueless as to what was going on in The Rest of Mathews the World.

Later that day, Waterman JP knocked at the door to announce his arrival, and CBW hollered for him to come in.  When he marched into the kitchen shirtless (but otherwise in shorts and shoes)  and commenced to declaring this the hottest day that ever was, CBW sensed something might be awry outside of the cool little cocoon (complete with swirling ceiling fan) she was dwelling in.

"Did you not have power today?" she asked, not realizing the new level of duh-ness she'd just reached.

Waterman JP was very restrained in his response.

All he said, as he mopped the sweat off his highly distressed brow coming into contact with the first bit of air conditioning he'd felt in 24 hours was, "No."




Bridge Over the River Piankatank



The drive from Mathews to Deltaville mercifully included A/C, for those who had been suffering for days forever without power.








It's a very scenic drive

At the ballpark we met Jamie and Daughter and sat down to slow roast enjoy an evening of baseball.










Although we were cheering for Deltaville, they lost.  

The only time they came ahead was when we retreated to the parking lot for refreshments.

(The Universe was trying to send us a message, I'm convinced.)





Not sure where else you'll find folding chairs set up in the spectator section.
Also not sure where else a spectator could sit that could possibly be any hotter.
Well, one place does come to mind.











Crab pot wire protects fly balls from hitting unsuspecting spectators
whose responses and reflexes are already stunted due to 100+ degree temperatures.









Jamie is in the blue shirt.  Waterman JP is to her left.
She's listening to her daughter's dissection of the game and why the right fielder should have been replaced instead the pitcher. Waterman JP is just wondering when this is all gonna be over and done with because he hasn't had current (aka electricity) for goin'-on two days, and he'd just like to know when the oven setting will be changed from Roast to Off.










Queens Creek



After another thunderstorm Saturday night, the county is slowly returning to a "We've got current" status.

I'm grateful that I never lost it and am more grateful to have spent these past few days with friends, new and old.

What happened in your world these past few days?