Me this weekend:
So…hot… We put an air conditioner up on The Boy’s room so the munchkins can sleep (see what I did there?) and our basement is as cool as a tornado cellar (stahhhppp PM….) but it’s still been pretty toasty. Nonetheless, we still managed to make it through the weekend with some good times!
First up, The Boy’s choir concert. Why yes, the auditorium was not air conditioned, what about these drowsy, sweaty faces gave you a clue?
You’ll notice a decided patriotic element. The theme was “America,” so we were treated to Americana folk songs, some good ol’ rock’n’roll and some rousing military anthems. Definitely an out-of-element experience for these Canadian pacifists! You might also notice that The Boy is barely mumbling. One of his friends went down at the lunchtime rehearsal, fainting due to the heat. So in this pic The Boy is concentrating almost exclusively on keeping his knees bent and doesn’t have any brain power to spare for something as complicated as lyrics.
On Friday The Girl and I had a hiLARious mama/daughter date:
It was a double feature with the documentary of these crazy kids in the 80s recreating Raiders of the Lost Ark shot for shot using a borrowed video camera, their mom’s basement, all the friends they could round up, and every school vacation for seven years. After the doc, these crazy kids (all grown up now) came by for a Q&A and then we got to watch their actual masterpiece.
So, so funny. We had a total blast. Didn’t hurt that the movie played in a historic theatre that had craft beer, artisanal soda, just-outta-the-oven pizza from the pizzeria next door, fresh popcorn with real butter, AND local handcrafted ice cream (because Portland).
(Hey Minneapolis peeps – it’s coming your way on July 7 – you should totally go!)
Saturday dawned hotter than the sixth circle of Hell, so we retrieved an item off last week’s to-do list and headed off to the beach.
(Look! I even got my sandwich!)
The Husband surfed, The Girl tended someone’s left-behind bonfire, The Boy did some boogie-boarding, and I read. It was WAY cooler – I was happily able to stay in my sweater and prevent the sun from touching any of my delicate, delicate skin.
Sunday was also insanely hot, but we still made it to the church BBQ. Oh yeah, I totally used the declarative and said “the” church. Because I think we might have found the one! Super friendly people. In fact, I haven’t met a church this intentionally welcoming since my beloved Minneapolis Mennonite church.
And there you have it. How to Survive a Heat Wave, Portland-style. Thank you Jesus the end is in sight.
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