Dog Days.

I can't say that I am terribly busy. Something about this midsummer season that just rolls everything so slowly. So I wondered if there was some good explanation for this phenomenon and it turns out there is and I am not the first one to feel this way. Have you ever wondered what the dog days of summer really are and exactly what days are being referred to? No? Just me? OK. Anyway...

Dog Days
From Wikipedia
The phrase Dog Days or "the dog days of summer," refers to the hottest, most sultry days of summer. They are a phenomenon of the northern hemisphere that usually falls between early July and early September but the actual dates vary greatly from region to region, depending on latitude and climate. Dog Days can also define a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress.

Yeah, yeah, the heat thing is a little obvious. Marked by a dull lack of progress. That's a little more interesting because I know that there are many more productive things I could be doing but I keep falling back onto this slow summer routine. Things here are busy, not overly though. I just sense that there is something out there that I should be doing and it's not getting done, kind of a nagging feeling. This invisible something is almost making me nervous. Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard? I do have a few inclinations about what it could be but I don't want to hold myself to anything yet so I'll save the telling of the invisible things for another day.

Eva has been full of ideas lately. Here are some that have made me laugh or smile or just appreciate her more.

In Mass, Eva heard something that she apparently needed clarification on. During the homily the priest used this phrase at the end of a sentence: "...and change our lives."
Then Eva said, loudly, in the form of a question: "CHANGE OUR LIVES?" It was another one of those times where something your kid does causes everyone within ear shot to turn and look at you, in a [mostly] friendly way.

Tony had pulled several chilies out of the garden and Eva picked up a big one and said
"Cheeeelay Daddy! You gonna eat it, it's good for you?"
Tony: "It's good for your Daddy!"
Eva: "It's good for your Daddy?"



Eva "helping" me fold laundry:
"I like you Mommy, you're not a car."

Eva watching me use the flyswatter:
"There's one on the piñata!" [that means piano, in case you don't speak Eva]
"Spank him Momma!"

I'm off to make lunch, to love the day no matter how hot it is, and to forget about invisible dogs!