Smokin’ Hot Grandma

Well, it’s been a month. Whew, has it been a month.

When I started this website in the Fall of 2015, I hoped to write a new blog every few days. Because I have a career, a husband, kids, grands, family and friends – otherwise known as “life” – that has not been a reality.

This past month has been full of more than the usual fare of a busy life. I am busy, but for the most part, I’m in charge of how busy that is and I absolutely take time to make a life, not just a living. If you’ve read my book, you know the story about my coming to the realization that sometimes tomorrow doesn’t come. Since then, I’ve tried to grasp the moments and laugh the laughs.

So, here we are. June. Today is the official first day of summer, but it’s already been over 100 degrees several days. I missed the 112 high in Lubbock this past Saturday because we were helping a couple of our kids move into new homes in the Austin area. The temperature there was only about 98 but the humidity was hovering around 50%, while Lubbock was enjoying 5% humidity. Those of you who know, well, you know a dry heat beats a damp one any day. Yes, I was one smokin’ hot grandma.

As we prepared to come home and recuperate from our ordeal (tee-hee-hee), we got a call from one of our Lubbock kids that our air conditioner was no longer conditioning the air in our home.


We called our favorite AC repair folks and they came out before noon on Monday. The young man tried several things before giving us the bad news. Yep, you guessed it: cue “Taps” and get out the checkbook.

Mr. Repair Man said they were very busy and it’d be a whole week before they could get to us to install our beautiful new air cooling machine. Thankfully, he’s called back that there was a cancellation and it’ll only be 4 days.

FOUR DAYS of 100 degree weather! This smokin’ hot grandma feels faint…

Mr. B has done his best to get us some cooled air and we’re making do, as they say. Not so long ago, there was no such thing as this wonderful invention that keeps me as cool or as warm as I want to be. I love this technology! I’ve heard stories of blistering heat and freezing cold inside the homes of my older family members. I can only imagine.

As I drove to work this morning in my delightfully refreshing air conditioned car, I considered new reasons to be thankful, while coming to the realization that I’m a spoiled brat and a whiney baby. Waaa, I’m hot. Waaa, I’m uncomfortable. Waaa, I want to be cool. Waaa, I want, I want, I want. Me. Me. Me.

Good grief!

When I consider all that I have, it’s humbling. The old song, “Count Your Blessings” holds true today. I can’t begin to count all the comforts I have.

I am grateful. Just grateful.

Maybe being a smokin’ hot grandma isn’t such a bad thing.