TOO HOT TO STAY

It seemed like a good idea. We didn't want to sit

at home wasting Memorial Day Monday. So we

loaded up the van and drove to White Sands.

My comment of, "It's not even crowded," was met with a blast of intense heat when I stepped out of the air conditioned car.
Still, we plodded up a massive sand dune carrying umbrellas, water and plastic lids from various storage containers. These were meant to act a sleds as we gleefully swished down the slopes of sand. Never happened. We tried and failed. Ever try to drag yourself down a pile of burning sand with a smile on your face?
I reasoned, "Maybe the sand isn't as slippery when it's over 90 degrees." Everyone nodded in agreement.
So, we trudged back to the van, emptied our shoes, brushed off as much sand as possible and climbed in. We switched on the A/C full blast.
Amy, our son's girlfriend said, "Makes you grateful for our soldiers and what they're suffering. It's hotter than this."
My husband agreed. "And they're in full uniform, loaded with gear."
"Isn't 110 or 115?" Our son, Eric, asked.
"Go-go-go?" Pleaded the 15-month-old.

We all looked at the baby and considered the wisdom of her request. So we drove the hour and a half to get home, in our air conditioned van.

But, not without remembering, in our own small way, and sending up our prayers of appreciation.