Uh, I think you're right about that Major, it seem like only yesterday that we were stating our pleasure at
spring like weather, now, we're grumbling about the heat, at least here in my neck of the woods.
95 here right now with 32% rh, but the air feels damp; of course, we are used to normal single or low double digit humidity, and I am more sensitive to it than a lot of folks. It is an early "monsoon" season, though, hope it goes away early, too.
Been cleaning and mopping for the last hour or so trying to work off some frustration at myself, and my neighbor. He is an immigrant from Croatia and has very marginal English language skills, speaking, reading, writing, and understanding the way things work in this country. His wife has been carrying on openly with a man, a Doctor, from Mexico, and treating my neighbor like he was inconsequential, just a handy tool to use for whatever she wanted, and she has been quietly shoving him out of her and their kids lives for a long while now. He finally figured it out, and came to me seeking advice; hah, a lot I know about that stuff, being married for over fifty years. Well, I sort of took him on as a project, helping him navigate the divorce procedure - we found out that she was just working to a point where she could take the kids and vanish, leaving him out on the street, and he filed his case. Well, the process server served her today, and she went ballistic, threatening all sorts of stuff, and he has no idea of his rights, or even what the papers say or mean; he is worried that she is going to take the kids and he will never see them again, so this afternoon, he has come to me three times asking what he can do, and three times, I have told him that he just has to follow the Joint Preliminary Injunction, that it is all spelled out there; she can't sell the cars, she can't take the kids out of the state of Nevada, she can't kick him out on the street, etc. - he just can't seem to understand. I even copied the document into a translation program, printed it out in Croatian, let him listen to the voice translation, and he still called a friend from Croatia and asked him if that was true. I was frustrated, told him so, and he went off like a whirling dervish fretting and whining. So after he left, I fetched a mop and bucket, broom and dustpan, and set myself to cleaning bathrooms and the laundry room to try to work it off.
Enough complaining, gotta go finish up in there.
Later.