This is all too funny. I joined Facebook around a month ago as a way to reach this boy that I'm seeing as a patient. He loves Farm Town, so I joined FB so that I can play Farm Town with him and become a good farming neighbor. Now all the sudden I'm able to communicate with friends that I haven't heard from in years as well as communicate and share things with family in a much too modern way. After grad school, I was so sick of the computer. I wanted to go back to pen and paper and never see an Excel Spreadsheet, Word Perfect document, or Power Point presentation the rest of my life! I thought email was way too impersonal, too easy. It lacked the effort that it requires to really show someone you care enough to actually sit down, write a letter, buy a stamp and find a mail-box to mail it in. Look at me now. A blog. A Facebook page. Communicating in seconds with colleagues that are at home. What's next? Treating children with Autism while sitting in the comforts of home? Technology is scary sometimes. FB is able to tell everyone everything anyone wants to know! I'm surprised that FB wasn't able to broadcast to everyone that I was bad and ate two rolled up pancakes with blackberry jam in the middle down in the hosptial cafeteria for breakfast this morning! Come-on. If you really want to impress me FB, I want to know when I'm going to bed tonight, if the Detroit Tigers are going to choke in the 9th inning against Seattle tonight, if Lance Armstrong is going to pull a hamstring in his next race, is Michael Phelps going to take any more bong-hits? Come-on, impress me. Because if you know everyone I know and everything I'm interested in, you should be able to answer just a few simple questions, right?

Hot Summer Days

HEAT WAVE!! Man, I tell you, these 85 to 90 degree days make me wish for winter. It has cooled down today to around 68 and that is just fine with me. Give me a dry, 75 degree day and I'll call it a perfect day. Throw in 85 degrees with high humidity and I'm ready for a trip to Alaska. We have gone to the beach the last few days for some family swimming in order to cool everyone off. The boys and I went out about 75 to 100 feet off shore to swim around and you didn't have to dive too deep to remember your swimming in Lake Superior. The top foot or so is relatively warm to swim in, but you try to dive to the bottom to pick up a rock, and it feels like your going to freeze. Great way to cool off on a hot summer day. The shallows are much warmer where Belle likes to sit and play with her shovel and bucket. She will hold on to my back while I swim out into the cooler water, and she wants to go back in to the warmer, shallow area.

It has been an odd summer up here. It has been cool all summer, without any hot streaks like the last week or so. It feels like summer just got here to tell you the truth, and summer is almost over. It is a strange feeling. The boys start school the day after Labor Day, and like I said, it feels like summer just got here. Even the trees are confused. In order for us to drive home from town, we have to drive through some woods. Some of these poor confused trees are already starting to change into the beautiful fall reds and yellows. It's way too early for that. We just started going to the beach this year! Next thing you know the poor salmon will start to run into the rivers early, dogs and cats will start living together, and we'll have chaos all over the north. What's a poor yooper to do?

I'm not complaining. I would much rather be cool than hot any day. With the southern, moist breezes it's been hard to cool the house at night. Everyone tends to gather down in the coolness of the basement at the end of the day. As I walk up the stairs with Breanna sleeping in my arms, with every step I feel the heat and the humidity rise; I want to turn right around and put her on the couch and let her sleep downstairs with the boys. But like I said, today was a nice cool down, with temps to rise again tomorrow to the mid-high 70's . . . perfect. It's funny to listen to yoopers complain about the heat. If they only knew how hot it can really get, like in say . . . Phoenix! I don't miss burning my hands on the steering wheel and I especially don't miss burning my thighs on the leather seats. I don't miss praying my air conditioner would blow cooler sooner than it did. What I do miss . . . friends.