heat

"I play in the low 80's. If it's any hotter than that, I won't play." -Joe E. Louis. A boxer born in Lafayette, Alabama. His reign as heavyweight champion of 11 years and eight months is the longest in boxing history (1937–49).

Amen, Joe.

I've said goodbye to July - notorious for it's heat. But now we're off to August... also well known for it's brutal temps. But even though I am happiest in cooler and even cold temperatures, I believe I'm getting used to the heat. It doesn't seem to bother me as much as it used to. Maybe it's a better attitude, who knows.

Mike has a softball game tonight. I look forward to these games and I'm glad that Macy will have these memories of fun at the softball field when she grows up. I know I still remember as a kid going to my Uncle Jim's baseball games at the City Park in Fairbury, Nebraska. At the time he was merely my aunt's boyfriend, but we all loved him just the same. We'd bring a blanket to sit on and grandma and grandpa would be in their lawnchairs. They brought a big bag of popcorn and we thought it was just so much fun to cheer for Jim as he stepped up to the plate.

The summertime. Hot, yes. But the setting of some of the best memories. I need to learn to play better in the heat. Not only for myself, but for my husband and kids. How else are we ever going to enjoy Texas in July?