Posted by on Jun 7, 2010 in The Silver Casket, Washerwomen's Wrists | 2 comments

…means triple-digit heat indexes. Walk early or not at all. Then ice on my wrists and back to sixteenth-century Scotland. I feel for those poor historical washerwomen who didn’t have velcro cold wraps and neatly-packed bottles of aspirin. Although I do have to ask the Broadcasting Legend™ to twist off the #!*%$# child-proof caps.

2 Comments

  1. 6-8-2010
    ChristaCarol Jones says:

    Tell me about it! The heat, especially. We went to the zoo and were dripping with sweat, just because of the dang humidity. Ug. Today was nicer though, we actually had a breeze.

  2. 6-9-2010
    elizabeth says:

    And we’re supposed to have thunderstorms today. Rain dance!

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