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I returned yesterday from a week of bliss on the sea shore to a oven: 90 degrees and 100% humidity could very well be Hell come to Hobart. As I proceeded to cut the jungle by our house, also known as the lawn, I could feel myself melting. It is a very unnerving feeling for those of you who live in Alaska and beyond. What was worse was that a glance at the pond- which usually brings instant relief with the knowledge that you can swim in it even if you die from swallowing germ infested water-brought no relief at all. Instead the sight of yellowish pollen encrusted water was too much for even the dog to bear. Never-the-less, I survived as you see, since I said this all happened yesterday.

Speaking of dogs I had an enlightening thought come to me today. Actually it wasn't really enlightening, it just sounds better to say that it was. As I was weeding the garden AKA "the jungle"(huh, I just had an Amelia Bedilia moment. Why do we say weeding, when it is actually deweeding? I shall look it up in the dictionary.) I heard a funny sound come from Emma, our dog. It was kind of a strangled, muted bark of triumph(I like to think it was at least). I was puzzled; what was she doing? Eating a bumble bee. That is when the "enlightening thought that really wasn't enlightening" came to me. "What have we done!" I thought. "Here is our lovely English Setter, a bird dog and she's killing and eating bumble bees. Have be degraded her so much so that she is now a bumble bee dog?" It was a sobering moment. (hehe sort of) Poor Emma was never trained to be bird dog, so her entire existence has been full of using her talents in other areas. She is the worlds best "chase after the birds shadow" dog, as well as an excellent frog dog, and of course, the killer of the bumble bee.

Before I close this post I will tell you a funny story.
It was lunch time and Ruth, Rebecca and I were happily eating when Ruth all of a sudden doubled over and started choking. She was fine of course, she said she had choked on a piece of hair.:-) Becca was rather shaken though and so she started railing Ruth on why you should always let people know if you aren't choking. One of her options was: " You could at least say something like: I'm choking on a piece of hair, nobody panic."

Looking up weeding in the dictionary doesn't really tell you why the word is so. It just says " A plant considered undesirable, unattractive, or troublesome"...and "
To eliminate as unsuitable or unwanted. Often used with out: weed out unqualified applicants. " Oh well.

PS Please pray for Joel. He has come down with a cold of some sort and he keeps gagging and choking... it sounds horrible. Mom's taking him to the Doctor tomorrrow.