Nothing stands out about Friday & Saturday (22-23), other than it was hot (98°F high both days).
(In my paper journals, kept from 1987 through 2000, I wrote many notes like this: “unexplained break in dating”, which usually meant that I hadn’t written anything for weeks or months, and my next entry would not mention what had happened in the meantime. Often, those were the interesting times, but I was so busy that I didn’t write.)
Today we hit 100 again, our third time this year. (By this time last year, we’d hit or passed 100°F seven times.) It hit that mark at 2:30 p.m. and stayed there till after 7 p.m.
This evening, after it had finally begun to cool down a little, we let Rebecca play out front (the sun goes down in the back, so the driveway’s in shade). The two neighbor kids were playing too, so Rebecca invited herself over there. (They’ve told her she’s welcome any time; she took them at their word.)
At one point, she grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled him toward our house. He’s about 3.5 years old I think. He followed. They walked down the sidewalk like a couple, and she steered him into our driveway and up to our garage. There, she showed him the empty coffee can that she pretends is a drum. She picked it up and drummed on it, then handed it to him and waited. So he drummed on it. She was delighted. Then she drummed on it while he held it. Then she led him back to his yard. It was all very precious.