The Lake Lifeline

Today was the first day in my life that I heard several people over the age of sixty emphatically say, "I can't wait to get in the lake!" Evidently the brief summer has finally arrived in Upstate New York. With highs in the low nineties and no one owning an air conditioner, I can understand the locals' sentiments. John and I are pretty lucky temperature-wise because our house is two stories plus a mostly-underground basement. The upstairs gets up into the lower eighties during the middle of the day, the downstairs stays fairly nice at seventy-six, but the basement remains a lovely sixty (and honestly the only enticement I have for doing laundry.) By two-a-clock today I was getting restless; I felt fine if I was sitting doing nothing, but the moment I tried to do something I began to sweat like a pig. So, I had had it. I took the wisdom from my elders and with the dog, I jumped into the lake! Ahhh....The joys of summer! I can't wait to do it again tomorrow!