Good Sunday morning, Frankie and Thad!
Yesterday was a strange day. I went to the previously scheduled Prime Timers, aka Old Farts Club meeting, which is held at a condominium/golf course clubhouse. But the place was mobbed by a huge crowd, which looked like a wedding celebration or something. There was literally no place to park, and that crowd mobbed the entrance, so I don't think I could have gotten into the building anyway. I noticed that several of our guys were driving around looking for parking spaces with no luck on a very hot day. I assume that the management gave our little club no advance warning. But there was nothing else to do, so I drove back home.
Speaking of which, I thought I saw my friend's car behind me as I was leaving, but we couldn't stop and talk in traffic, so I decided to call him when I got home. I hadn't heard from him in a couple of months, so I wanted to call him anyway. We ended up going to Denny's to talk. It seems he had to have an operation for a torn retina, and he talked about the problems with his vision, condo association problems where he lives, etc.
And yesterday was a very hot day. It hit 97 degrees at 5:00 o'clock yesterday, with a 105 heat index, which is usually the hottest it gets all year. We did finally get a few showers in the evening, which helped a little bit, but it's early for this kind of heat, especially prolonged heat, as they're expecting more weather in the mid- 90s next week. Gary, I think we're giving you a run for your money on the misery index right now.
And finally, the Postal Service had their annual food drive, where they put a little card in your mailbox asking for donations. So I bought some items and put two bags of canned and boxed goods for them to pick up. But my mail carrier left them there. Oh well. I'll just take those items and donate them to the MCC food pantry. That might even be better, in that the food will get to the people who need it without it going through the food bank bureaucracy first.