Hot, Hot & Hotter

Yesterday I went outside at well before noon. The thermometer on the fence said 120 degrees. By noon, I'd watered the plants at least twice. By noon, three times.
At this rate, I don't know if the plants will make it till August. Which is typically when they're fairly dried up and have given up the ghost. Despite how much I water.

I must say I'm impressed with the gold lantana. Someone asked if the flowers you see below are lantana, and they are. I don't know that I had lantana last year. But it seems to hold up well to the heat.

The manager knocked on my door yesterday and wanted to see the fence problem. I think this is probably the sixth manager I've shown it to over the three and a half years I've been here. 

She says we're getting a new maintenance man, and she will ask him what he can do. Which is good. But then I've heard this before. 

I did not tell her about my son-in-law. No use giving them an out when whatever he manages to do isn't going to be a permanent fix. 

She had not seen my apartment, and asked me if she could use it for photos to enlist potential residents to come look at the property. I told her yes. But someone last year already did that, and I told her that as well. 

I was a little embarrassed because I haven't mopped the floors in probably a week. And I sure haven't dusted in that time frame. 

A couple of weeks ago I was outside with the pupsters in the middle of the night, and somehow I tripped and fell in the semi-darkness. Naturally I fell on my bad ankle. 

I could barely walk for a few days. But then it seemed to be getting better until yesterday, when the pain flared up again. Is there anything more I can do to this poor ankle that has had so many injuries?

I curse myself every time I fall. But hey, people fall. 

I can't let the dogs out by themselves because Charlie is a barker. If someone is walking down the alley, he's going to bark. I then make him come in.
 
Luckily we haven't had any trouble from the guy living behind me in probably over a year, but I don't want to tempt fate. And I wouldn't want dogs waking me up either. So it's just being courteous.

I laid awake half the night worrying that the painting I ordered was perhaps too big. I'd measured and measured, and yesterday I'd come to the conclusion that it would probably not be too big for the space. 

But then in the middle of the night sometimes you decide different.

Plus, it's hard to imagine how something will look until you have it and actually hang it. 

So I attempted to cancel the order, and then order the next size down. But I don't know yet if I caught the order before it shipped. I don't think I did.

It's nice to pick out something in person. But it's SO hot I hate to go out. 

My favorite place to go look is the antique mall in Jenks, but they have very scant air conditioning. I don't think I could take it when it's this hot. And I don't think my ankle is up to it. 

So we shall see.

Someone also mentioned to me that I could check into apartments for those 62 and older in a couple of years. I knew about that. 

I've already checked around here. But right now the few places they have are places you wouldn't want to live because of the safety factor of where they are located.  

Why they don't build more places for seniors around here I don't know. Because we certainly have the need. 

But every time they build a new apartment complex that targets seniors, it is tailored for seniors with high incomes. I'm hoping that might change at some point.

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