It's 98 degrees today but I won't complain because 101 degrees has been forecasted for tomorrow. I'll save my complaints for then.
When it gets hot like this, Freya is our biggest concern. Great Pyrenees aren't built for high temperatures. We've tried everything to help her stay cool.
Kiddie pools. She won't go in them.
Fans. She won't go near them.
So, we allow her to find her choice of shaded spots, ice her down, make sure she has plenty of cool water, and say a prayer that the higher temperatures will pass quickly. We went through the same thing last year and thankfully, the hot hot days were few. I'm optimistic the same will occur this year.
Did you know it's tarantula season? One day last week, while driving home through the plateau, I counted, over a few miles, a total of five tarantulas crossing the hot paved road. I've been counting them every day since. On Friday, there were three. When I see them, I wonder why they saunter and don't scurry. I also wonder if the hot road hurts their feet. Last year, when we saw a tarantula making its way across the sanctuary and I screamed causing Paul to throw his plate of fruit into the air, I learned that a female tarantula could live up to 30 years. That's pretty dang incredible.
Yesterday, our home builder called us. He is concerned that the construction company hasn't started work. I've been concerned, too. Our construction loan has been open for three months and outside of a visit to discuss septic and another one from SCE, nothing has occurred. We keep hearing about the plans and steps, but we aren't seeing any equipment drive up our dirt road.
I'm not a wait-around type of person.
I struggle with patience.
I'm an impatient optimist.
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