Stay Cool

 

It was still 97 degrees at 5:45 this afternoon when I went up to check on my garden. After ALL the rain we've had in the weeks prior, things are still looking pretty healthy despite this hot, dry spell. In fact, I didn't even need to water; I'll take care of that tomorrow evening. 

I did pull a few weeds, though, enough to get some dirt in my Crocs, which was uncomfortable once I was ready to drive home. From the driver's seat, I slipped my dirty feet out of the shoes and dumped them onto the pavement, but rather than put them back on, I decided to drive home barefoot.

It had been a looooong time since I'd driven without shoes, and I had to adjust the seat to reach the pedals. Even so, it took me back to those days in my early 20s when I lived at the beach. We did everything barefoot then-- walked on blistering pavement to searing sand, rode beach cruisers down the boardwalk, and drove my yellow, 1976 Volkswagen Rabbit all over town. I'm sure I had a pair of Vans or flip flops thrown into the backseat in case I needed to go inside anywhere, but other than that? It was sandy toes to the metal all summer long.

It was a short ride home from the garden, but despite the heat, I rolled down the windows and blasted the 80s station. It was never my favorite decade, but today it was just right.