It Was a Short Summer

July is ending as I write this, and for the past week it has looked like summer has passed its peak already.  We had a few days in July where the temperature got to 90 degrees or more (it was 93 degrees on the hottest day, 7/13), or as one local weatherman calls those days, “the muggies.”  But most of the time it was in the 80s or even 70s, and for much of this week it was in the 50s at night (it got down to a record 51 on Tuesday morning!).

Overall the average temperature for central Kentucky in July was a degree and a half below what we got in June.  It has been eight years since Leive and I moved to Kentucky, and in none of the other years was June hotter than July.  August was hotter than June, too, but so far there are no heat waves in sight; the forecast over the first week of August is for highs in the 80s.  Of course the weatherman could be wrong and it can get hot again in August; again, I haven’t figured out how Kentucky weather works, and old-timers tell me it can’t be done.  In Florida we at least had rules, like a thunderstorm just about every afternoon from June to September.

What Civilization Suits You Best?

I came across this quiz over the weekend.  Just answer a few questions and it will tell you which civilization best suits your personality.  Will you get along best with the Romans or the Vikings?  Or someone else?

I got the Greeks.  That’s a good answer, in view of how much the Greeks achieved, but I was a bit surprised.  For the first question, “Where will you settle your people?”  I picked the desert, because most of the earliest civilizations, like Egypt and Mesopotamia, got started there.  However, I also know for a fact that the Greeks prefer living on a seacoast, because they do a lot of sailing and fishing, and the coast was another possible answer.

Anyway, check it out and have fun!

http://www.playbuzz.com/orleifhenrikson10/what-historical-people-do-you-resemble-the-most

Summer, Canadian Style

The last five days, Tuesday through Saturday, were unusually cool.  A cold front passed through on Monday the 14th, bringing some needed rain (there had not been any rain for the previous two weeks), and then after that came the chillier days.  Temperatures each day got up into the 70s (only 72 degrees on Thursday), and at night they went down in the 50s a couple of times.  I can’t remember another time when I experienced a July that felt like a May or September; somebody on the radio called it a Canadian-style summer.  We even slept with the windows open for at least half the time.  Today it finally reached the low 80s again, and we’re supposed to go back to the usual summertime 90s tomorrow.

The cool snap was well-timed for us, too, because we had three guests in the house last week.  My brother Chris came up from Florida last Sunday and stayed with us until Saturday morning.  Then on Wednesday Leive’s cousin Sonny and his wife Mencie stopped here, on their way to Michigan, and spent two nights here so they could see both of us (I was in bed when they arrived).  They are supposed to come by again tomorrow, on their way back to Georgia.

In other news there has been a virus infection on my computer for the past week and a half; only today can I declare the last of the viruses gone. And since I last wrote here there have been two birthdays in the family, Leive and Brin-Brin.  Or maybe in Brin-Brin’s case I should call it an anniversary.  Last Tuesday marked seven years since we got Brin-Brin from a bird show in Bardstown, KY.  It’s hard to believe it has been that many years, though parrots do have quite a long lifespan.  It also means he is eighteen years old, but he still acts more like a kid than an adult.  We were amused to find he liked Mencie while the folks were here, and let her carry him around the house.  Well, Brin-Brin always had a thing for Asian women, except for Leive’s niece Rezia, who married his worst enemy.  Maybe I will share the pictures of Brin-Brin and Mencie here, if I can get copies of them.

Tomorrow marks three months since I started the job in Richmond.  Boy, where did all the time go?