Here we go again

A new week... Hmm. I start the week on Monday, how about you? Some peeps argue that the week starts on Sunday, as that is the way it is on most printed calendars. Even though I don't have a regular job anymore, I still start my week with Monday. It's still HOT here, what else is new. The man around here says it may be too hot for yardwork, but not for golf. When he came home from the golf course last night at 6, he said the big thermometer at the intersection read 109. How can that BE? Yikes. Well, it was still 97 when I went to bed last night, so I guess it coulda been. No wonder my brain feels fried.

Here's the fruit of the week-end, along with the smoothie of the day. This one was for Saturday, and is peach and banana, and protein, 27 grams, we call this breakfast.
Sunday we had apricot alone because someone forgot to buy more bananas.

It's another Fruity Week around here!

Here's what's on the menu for this week. Lots of salads and even more fruit.


Ice cold watermelon with just a scattering of sea salt.


A whole box of apricots. I like to slice them and toss with some raspberries in a bowl of Greek yogurt. When they are really ripe, hubby smashes them and spreads on a slice of sourdough toast. Also very good to substitute peaches for the apricots, but the peaches at the market were hard a rock so passed on those for now. I have a hard time getting enough protein anyhow, as I am not a big meat eater, but this time of year when it is so hot, even a harder time. So we have been making lots of protein smoothies, with blueberries, and bananas. I am overdosing on fruit this time of summer, but I guess there are worse things.

The Train, The Train

Saturday dawned bright, but not quite so hot, it was in the low 80's with a nice breeze. We headed out to Starbucks, then the train station about 20 minutes from home. We got to be part of a volunteer team for testing the new light rail system before it opens. Everyone was so excited, you'd have thought we were little kids going to have the Thomas the Tank Engine experience. Hubster remained composed, but he did say he enjoyed the "new train" smell. A good time was had by all, new friends made, e-mails exchanged for sending photos.


Here comes the train

Our driver

Waiting to board for the return trip. Look at those lovely clouds.






Upon return to the station. Me and Murph, with Janet in the reflection. Actually we are reflected too. Does this photo make our butts look big?


Quiet,calm, peaceful, everyone has gone.

Beautiful Skies, Too Hot to Cook

I don't have much of an appetite when it is so hot, and certainly don't feel like cooking. Here's last nights dinner. Cottage cheese, with berries, grapes and figs. Added some rye toast and a tall glass of iced tea. Light but very satisfying.

Driving home yesterday afternoon, the clouds were so gorgeous, over this field, freshly mown and rolled up bales of hay. Hmmmm...do they still call them bales, now that they are actually "rolls". I dunno.

Sunset, MoonRise, Fireworks

It was this hot when we headed out to the golf course where we planned to watch the fireworks. I think we broke another record today.


Sunset over the golf course.


And behind us the moon.

I've been lying low the past couple of weeks, due to the heat. Out early in the a.m. to run errands and do what absolutely has to be done, then into the cozy cool for the afternoon. The Hubster was getting tired of me being a house mouse, so convinced me to go out for the Fireworks. Sick of talking about weather, but gee whiz, we had triple digits almost all month of June and July has started out the same. Yes, it is HOT in Texas, I know that. But we have broken so many all time records. One of the days the weather dude says that the last time it was this hot on this day in June was 1954. Hubster was born in June 1954 right here in this town. I looked at him and said "hmmmm, that explains a lot, your little brain was cooked" We met up with some of his pals from the golf course to watch the fireworks.
I recorded the Boston Pops while we were gone so came home and watched it. It was spectacular. Those folks in Boston were wearing long sleeves and some had jackets on.