It has cooled down nicely. It didn’t get nearly as hot as it did yesterday. Yesterday we got up to 100degrees and today about 87….so much better. And it didn’t last, it started to cool down around 6pm. Yesterday it was getting hotter at that time…icks.
The clouds moved in and it started to rumbled. But since it was finally nice, I went for a walk which meant of course that it started to rain. On the way back there was a huge clap of thunder. Next thing I know my hubby was calling me to make sure I was on the way home. I just heard it, but he saw the lightening. I felt perfectly safe and not worried, but some folks south of us got hit : Two men struck by lightning while standing under trees in Damascus =(
We got through this heat a lot better then last time. But we were better prepared…we had our 2 fans and got air moving, then spent the hottest part of the day downstairs. That was a pain, because I can do some work but the work that I needed to do is a hard to do down there…..I need my desk and chair, a proper set up.
Tomorrow and the next day will be nothing but focus on work…..icks.
Bizarre origins of wedding traditions
Talk about your runaway brides — the original duty of a “Best Man” was to serve as armed backup for the groom in case he had to resort to kidnapping his intended bride away from disapproving parents. The “best” part of that title refers to his skill with a sword, should the need arise. (You wouldn’t want to take the “just okay” member of your weapon-wielding posse with you to steal yourself a wife, would you?)
The best man stands guard next to the groom right up through the exchange of vows (and later, outside the newlyweds’ bedroom door), just in case anyone should attack or if a non-acquiescent bride should try to make a run for it.
It’s said that feisty groups like the Huns, Goths and Visigoths took so many brides by force that they kept a cache of weapons stored beneath the floorboards of churches for convenience.
**That is kind of whacked. I’m so glad that the meaning of the best man as changed…..
This are pictures that we took while at Powell Butte I think most of them are Harold’s work, I’ve put the our pictures together and have lost track.
 
Mt St Helens
Daisy Field
 Mt Adams Hiding in the background.
 Mt Hood through meadow grass.
 More daisies
 Mt Hood
 Meadow Field
 Mt Hood zoomed in.
 Mt Jefferson
 A young buck with velvet antlers
Wooded area of Powell Butte.
Self portrait. =)
How can you not fall in love with this scencery? And we are just addicted of trying to get that perfect picture of Mt Hood.