My brother and I take turns hosting the 4th of July party.
Last year, was supposed to be our brother’s turn, however his wifey went into labor.
There was no way she was going to host a party when the baby was only a month old. She would not be up to it, and the baby didn’t need strangers hanging around her. She said she would help at our house, but I told her that showing up would be great, but I wasn’t allowing her to do anything. The day of the picnic started out warm and sunny. I lay the food out on the patio tables, where the two of us had portable cooling systems. My husband and his brother were cooking burgers, steaks, hot cats, and shrimp on the BBQ. By the time the guests had all arrived, the temperatures had climbed into the nineties. No 1 wanted to be outside, because the humidity was as high as the temperatures. Every one of us moved all the food into the study room so it could stay refrigerated and took all the folding chairs onto the patio. Every one of us could be outside, while still being inside, and enjoying air conditioner… Grandma was cheerful that she didn’t need to sit in the sun. Every one of us all knew she minded the heat and humidity even more now that she was older. Every one of us spent most of the day in the apartment with the air conditioner, however the two of us still had a great time. Who said a picnic isn’t a picnic if it’s held indoors. The kids played hide and seek in the air-conditioned basement when they weren’t playing video games, pool, or some other game that was hidden away down there.