Day 198:
What. A. Day.
Conor Boy, this was one for the record books. Aside from it being the hottest day ever recorded in the DC area for this day (06.29.12), it seemed things were just getting warmed up - pardon the pun. After an exceptionally slow day at the office I finally got out of there and was able to pick you up from daycare. The temperature gauge in my truck read '107', and it felt every bit of it.
By the time I'd gotten home, the air conditioning in my truck had finally leveled out to a comfortable 71 degrees in the cab, and you were sleeping like a baby boy should. Though as soon as I opened the door of the mighty Tahoe, the wave of heat woke you straight up and you didn't care for it one bit... Aside from a little shock though, and being awoken by what must have felt like being thrown into an oven, all seemed okay...
I got you in the house and immediately got you out of your clothes... It was 80+ degrees in the house! I couldn't wait to get out of my jeans after getting you stripped down, and so I hustled you upstairs to our bedroom where I have the or table air conditioning unit... Cranked that thing up to a cool 67 degrees, and there we both stood, beating the heat. The fussiness died down and we even managed to get in a little play time.
All the while, Mommy was out running errands and so as we're cooling down, I'm anticipating her getting home so I can get on the Harley and ride out to meet the guys at the Moose Lodge for a final walk through the night before Ziggy's benefit...
I've only ever ridden in heat like this once before, Son. It happened to be through the Southern California low desert and on into Arizona where the heat is oppressive and never ending. I've often explained that stretch of six hours on the bike as being akin to holding a hair dryer up to your face - for six hours straight! It felt much like that today, Boy'O, but the Lodge has cold beer and so I hammered down on the throttle down Vale Road to get to it...
The walkthrough went fine and there were no surprises there, though immediately after arriving I get a text from Mommy. '911' was all it said. Considering Mommy's never sent out a text of this nature before now, I knew it was important and so I called home. Seems whatever we're feeding you didn't agree with you... Either that or you simply got more food than you should have, because apparently, you threw up everywhere... In your chair, on your clothes, on Mommy... Everywhere! Now Son, you've spit up plenty of times before, but you'd never thrown up like that. Vomit was escaping through your mouth and nose, and blocking airways so that you couldn't breathe! This is what so upset your mother. She'd never envisioned sucking the obstruction from your mouth and nose, and yet, yhat's exactly what she did... Guess being a Mom can be some pretty tough stuff! When it was all said and done the color returned to your face, Mommy spoke to the pediatrician, and everything seemed to calm down.
After the meeting at the Moose Lodge ended I fired up the bike and headed home with your Uncle Doug and our friend Bryce. We had work to do at the house and Doug and Bryce were going to help me to get it done... Also on deck was Mommy, as she helped in putting all the silent auction items on bid sheets... And here's where things get particularly interesting...
About midways through the work, all four of us sitting around the dining room table and you sleeping soundly and comfortably in your bed, we heard a tremendous noise... This noise was so loud and so brutal, that we couldn't fathom what it was! Mommy shot toward the back deck, which is where the sound came from, only to find the entire outside table in a million little pieces... The umbrella was strewn across the deck with glass shards quite literally everywhere you looked! The wind was HOWLING like nothing I'd ever seen in my 24 years in Virginia, and it came seemingly out of nowhere!
I wrapped the umbrella up as quickly as I could and then yelled to Doug and Bryce to get their motorcycles into our garage. As soon as they made it out front, the giant old plum tree in our front yard split in half and fell across Mommy's new Audi! Thankfully the car seems largely undamaged, though it's going to take me some considerable time to remove it all tomorrow, and time is what I don't really have...
As we huddled in the garage watching the torrential rains come down, the power flickered off and on and left us all hoping for a good outcome... Please please PLEASE don't take the power tonight! "How and I gonna write Conor's Blog?!" I thought! And just like that - POOF! - it was gone... The storms came and went and the drama had ended...
That's a pretty wild day, Boy'O. Certainly uncommon around here! And you slept through it all... Like the Lion Heart you are...
Off to bed, Son. It's 1:00am and I have a TON of work to do tomorrow...
I love you, Boy'O...
-Dad
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