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The deck continues. Ruth’s out building a house using found materials while her Dad drives screws into cedar decking. Kate’s asleep for her nap, but I’m awake, an hour or two shy of a full night’s sleep. Kate’s sister Anne is out pruning the crab apple tree. This Johnson\/Olson clan loves working. Or, at least, they work a lot.<\/p>\n
Jon kvetches about the heat and the humidity and how Denver is better. But I reminded him of the 107 degree days I’ve experienced out there in August and early September. Oh, yeah. Well, it gets hot some. A dry 107 degree heat will cook a chicken, too.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, I’m downstairs, my head in Ovid, wrestling with declensions and conjugations rather than electric drills and Japanese saws. To each their own.<\/p>\n
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Summer \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Most Heat Moon The deck continues. Ruth’s out building a house using found materials while her Dad drives screws into cedar decking. Kate’s asleep for her nap, but … Continue reading The Johnson\/Olson Clan<\/span>