I know it seems silly, but I love that I can put my bread and roll dough out on the patio to rise. The Arizona temperature in the summer is the perfect climate for yeast breads. My dough doubled in size in almost half the time it usually takes indoors. And, usually, I let my dough rise atop a heated oven, just to make sure it is in a warm environment. But, with it being so warm outside, I didn't have to heat up the inside of the apartment for this to happen well. I know this is a really silly reason to like the heat here, but I'm looking for the good things about the heat .. makes me not miss the cold so much.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...

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