Fever In the Morning, Fever All Through the Night

I know that I've already mentioned this at some point, but my gosh, this summer is SOOOOO hot. I am getting kind of grouchy about it... which is stupid, because I know (and have always known) that summer is excruciating here! And yet... the heat continues to get to me.

So here I sit in front of my fan, drinking gallons of ice water, crunching on the ice once the water is all gone, and dreaming of a cooler day...a cloudy, rainy, gray day...

Side note: one time, a girl I knew told me that when people chew on ice, it is a sign of sexual frustration. Now, I don't know if that is true or not, but every time I start crunching on my ice, I hear her voice and wonder...am I sexually frustrated? As a virgin, I just don't know the answer to that question. Maybe subconsciously I AM...???? Because all my friends are married and having babies and I subconsciously feel left out and lonely and want a man and a healthy sex life and an adorable family??? Gah, that's something to dissect later.

But let's move on to something fun I found on my camera:

Isn't that just adorable? I went to this little Mexican restaurant in Mesa, AZ, called Rosa's Mexican Grill. Now, this was a while ago, actually, but this picture was begging to be shared. So. 

When my sister got married in June, we had a luncheon at Rosa's. The food was amazing, and being surrounded by family was great, especially since I don't get to see a lot of my extended family very often (they live kind of far away from me). It was just a really good, easy, laid back time, and these sweet little napkin holders on the busy Mexican tiled tabletops evoked a lot of thought in me. They seemed to belong to another era, one where generous hospitality was commonplace and people took more time for each other. I can imagine people of that era gathering together at diners or on front porches or in backyards and sharing a Coke, a smile and swapping stories. I long for the mid-century lifestyle, where women had class, men had confidence, where families ate dinner together, friends cared for each other, and where respect was taught and expected.

This era does not suit me much, but c'est la vie, I suppose. I am trying to make it work, and I try to enjoy the small things - like quaint napkin holders and icy cold sodas.

The title for this post came from this song:

Fever by Peggy Lee