Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Hot

Did you think “hot” meant “beautiful.” Um, nope. I’m literally HOT!

I guess what I mean is, don’t hate me because I get to live in a HOT climate in the winter. I know a lot of people pine for a tropical setting this time of year. In all honesty, I AM grateful not to experience freezing temps, but I’m NOT glad about the HEAT! I guess you can call me “Goldylocks,” and not because I have golden locks.

Soooo … on Saturday I broke myself away from this addicting blog universe, and went to the yearly Art Fest downtown with my husband. We decided to take our dog, Max, with us. The dog sneaked treats from strangers who couldn’t resist his floppy ears and freckled face. It was as crowded as Woodstock and hotter too. The dog was panting like a panic attack and we didn’t stay very long. Within 90 minutes I needed to take my second shower of the day. It’s not like I ran a marathon for crying out loud. (I so miss cuddling under a blanket, holding onto a steaming cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows.)

I must be getting too old for this stuff, although we did see some pretty sights (photos below). Though I complain about the heat, I am grateful to have had the opportunity and choice to visit a festival at all. Not everyone is so fortunate, including those states hit with bad storms this week.

I thought I’d bring the day to you with some photos, and you won’t have to wipe the sweat from your brow while enjoying them. 🙂 For some reason a few showed up blurry after I uploaded them. They aren’t blurry when you click on them to open up in its own window though.

Can you tell what city it’s in?

Check out the white tent-tops for all the artists beneath the skyline.

The fest was on the edge of a river. Across the water, the building with the minuets is a 120 year old University, but it started out as a hotel.

A female kayak team went zooming by on the river.

A look at the artists tents from another direction.

A sample of the quality art.

Gary & Max taking a break in the shade.

Needed an icey-cool-down with some Italian ice. Hmm, which flavor to choose ...

Lemon & Mango mix. Tasted like a creamsicle. Yum.

The heat tires people out. That's not us lying there (to the left), but we were right behind them on the grass beneath the shade of another tree.

The last sight we saw before heading back to the a/c.

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