Dear Liza,
I haven’t been out much this week because it has been so hot! We have had 96 degrees temperatures a few days, and that is just too darn hot for a Grandma Judy.
I have been staying in and making good progress on my story. It is getting sadder, happier, and more interesting, but more about that later.
Last night, just as the sun was going down, clouds started to gather. First it looked like a potluck of some sort, with just a few clouds casually blowing by. By the time it was dark, there was a full-on cloud convention going on.
It stayed hot, though. When we turned in at 10:00, it was about 80 degrees. With fans blowing full blast, we managed to fall asleep.
I woke up with a bang. The 3 a.m. lightning showed right through my black-out blinds and my eyelids, and the thunder sounded like empty wine barrels rolling down the hills of San Francisco. It was wonderful!
Of course, after all that excitement, it was a challenge to fall back asleep. I guess the heat was the price we had to pay for some air clearing, root feeding, tree washing rain. It was worth it.
This morning it is still cool and drizzly, and feels more like Portland.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 