By Vicki Scott
Who out there prayed for the temperatures to be so hot lately?
I have a sister-in-law who loves the heat, and I am sure there are others who do as well, but right now I feel like I need to move to Antarctica or somewhere like that.
Our son, his Greek goddess of a wife and her family recently invited us to join them for a week in Gulf Shores. So, the last place I wanted to be at this time of the year became the first place I wanted to be when our youngest grandchild asked us to be there to help celebrate her birthday.
Our daughter’s children were starting school later in that same week, so coming down for the whole week was not an option. Plus, our son-in-law had taken time off the previous week because of illness, and he could not take more time. He did not want our daughter to go by herself, so we went with her and our other two grandchildren. We decided to leave early and return late for the day of our youngest grandchild’s birthday.
When we arrived in Gulf Shores, the alarm in the condominium sounded. It seemed like the owners might have set a system up to sound an alarm when a door had been open for too long or there was too much heat in the room. We are not exactly sure what triggered the alarm, but it sure was loud.
Later that day, our son suggested I take a nap in the room they were staying in, and I gratefully accepted. Shortly after laying down, I started sweating. I thought something was wrong with me. I got up and went back to the living area and sat down. Everyone was at the beach, so I caught up with my Duolingo.
Our son’s mother-in-law soon came in from the beach to prepare dinner. She noticed how uncomfortable I felt. She apologized and thought she might have turned off the air conditioner. She called her husband to help her fix it. I was glad there was nothing wrong with me physically, and the dinner she created made me feel better. The trip is now a fond memory with one happy birthday princess.
When we arrived home in Dadeville, I noticed our air conditioning setting was on 74 degrees (it is usually 72). My husband said he had not touched the thermostat all summer. As a matter of fact, he did not even turn on the air conditioning in the beginning of summer, while I do not ever touch the thermostat.
So, our house is either haunted or our darling children have been controlling the house temperature remotely. Our daughter would be the 72-degree culprit, while our son the 74-degree setter. At least our unit is still working, and we have been comfortable.
At any rate, we ended the week with our two oldest grandchildren playing softball all day. Their team wound up winning the championship! The heat was unbearable, of course, but we did not even think about the heat during the tournament.
School started this past Wednesday, and if the ones praying for this heat would cease and desist, cooler weather will arrive soon (not that I’m complaining, of course). I know that would be a miracle, but God is in the miracle business, is He not?
Contact Vicki Scott at lily200383@yahoo.com.