Our respite from the fierce heat and humidity was short-lived, and today, there was an advisory that basically said, Stay inside. Well, except if you attended our town's un-air-conditioned schools, in which case you were sent home after a half-day of trying to avoid a meltdown. In the middle of the afternoon, with the temperature holding steady in the mid-90s, I got a call from my youngest grandson Lucas, and before he could even get out the question, I told him, Yes, I could take him to the lake. It felt odd to be at our favorite body of water without my granddaughter Stasia, who started school up north yesterday—I think they have AC—but the water was wonderfully refreshing, and the heat didn't slow Luc down in the slightest. With admirable persistence, he kept trying to master the trick of balancing on his tube. He never quite pulled it off, but the falls felt good. And the next fall... and the next... and the next...