Um, I’ve known this a long time… I’m teaching at Rhinebeck. This is in New York, a few hours north of NYC.

It’s a big deal to me, I’m totally thrilled. When I found out, the website didn’t say I would be there, so I waited for it to show up and then I went on to other things here. Sorry!

I’ll be teaching Thurs/Fri/Saturday. Here is the workshop web page link. Here are the class titles for my offerings (go to the page to read descriptions if you would):

• Thurs: Design your own Turkish-Style Sock, All Day 6 Hours
• Friday: Polymer Clay for Fiber folk: Buttons, Beads, Handles and Tools, All Day 6 Hours
• Saturday: Heels and Toes Exploration, All Day 6 Hours

I just read on Stephanie Pearl-McPhee’s site (Yarn Harlot) that she’ll be there. What fun that might be! I hope we’re not both so busy that we don’t get a chance to chat a bit.

Who else out there is going? Who can I meet who I have not met yet???

I’m reminded of the old joke on the Johnny Carson Tonight show. He would say something like… “It was so hot…” and Ed McMahon would say “How hot was it, Johnny?” Yesterday it felt like I was in the middle of that joke.

I understand that it was merely 98.6F yesterday (37C). I understand that my friends in Texas and Florida often deal with temperatures higher than that. However, I’m in a state where I don’t need air conditioning most of the time (I do not like it much, especially when it’s cranked to 65F which is colder than we set the heater in the winter).

We use the air conditioner which is in the 2nd floor bedroom, when it’s hot enough to interfere with sleep. This is anywhere from one night  to a few dozen nights most years. (We are more likely to use the fan in the A/C unit than the cooling unit.) I’ve had the air conditioner since my “previous life” in Williamston, I’m sure it dates from at least as far back as 1990, and it’s still not used up. I prefer to cool off on the porch in the hammock, which is particularly ideal for weather up to about 90 degrees F.

But yesterday it was too hot, even on the shaded east-side porch. My goddaughter Sara came over and we did our best to stay cool out there. Here is what the thermometer said:

So there we were on the porch, drinking iced tea out of glasses that had water condensing on their sides. It was a lovely view although the sun was really baking down:

And then Sara said: Look, Lynn! See that squirrel?

That’s how hot it was.