The Heat is On

Week 3 of Summer. 

This week, we contend with tennis camp, which is mornings only - with rotating and creative childcare in the afternoon - and the second week of French.  It was the pronom relative today.  Our assignment was to write a text using the passé, with the subjunctive, pronom object direct and indirect, a verb ending with a preposition, and a pronom relative.  It made for rather convoluted writing.

And we are in the midst of a heat wave.  Air conditions are broken or are not able to cool down houses.  Throughout the city, people can't sleep.  Children are lethargic and soccer practices are shortened.  There is a run on freezies.  My daughter, who does not eat fruit on principle, resorts in desperation to watermelon.

It is the season of plenty.  Every fruit is in season - mango, leechie nuts, strawberries, cherries.  Soon it will be wild blueberries.  It is mid-summer in Ottawa.

I have never before swum everyday in the summer. This is a first.

And I should be only watching French television, but it is too tempting to keep watching Downton Abbey.