This week someone turned up the heat here in Louisville, and I saying it's hot doesn't really give it justice. It's only in the 90's, but the humidity is, well, in the 90's (at least it feels like it). Most of the time it's like walking through soup. Again, my mother would melt. I remember when she visited us in southern Illinois (where the weather is much the same), and how she just wilted. Luckily, she'll be visiting us in the fall (fingers crossed!), so she won't have to deal with the oppressive, suffocating, unavoidable heat/humidity combo that pushes our heat indexes through the roof. Seriously, a temp of 92 and a heat index of 115? That's what we're living with... And I'm sorry to my lovelies in Texas, I know you've dealt with much higher temps, for much longer. I want to wrap you in ice cream and dunk you in a pool every time I see it on the news-feeds.
Speaking of news-feeds, we made the national one this week. You might have seen video of a huge water main break on the Nightly News Tuesday? That was about 6 blocks from our house. A 40 inch pipe, one of the biggest in the city, burst Monday night.
We had water running down our street like a river. Most of the center of the city was on a boil order for 2-3 days...from the river all the way to the highway that loops around the city. Some big companies downtown, even closed down for the day Tuesday. Not too big a deal for us, personally. Jeff just filled the huge stew pot, boiled it, and we used that for the 2 days it took to come off the boil order. The biggest problem was getting dishes washed. It's hard not really washing what we use for 2 days...they really pile up!
Backtracking a bit...we went to the Blues and BBQ festival down by the river last weekend, this time on the Louisville-side, at a place everyone calls "the water tower". There's a big, old water tower (obviously) and a cleared out space where they hold concerts and festivals. It was nice.
We ran into some work friends there, by accident. The three of us had just walked in, and were getting the lay of the land, when something hit me in the back! It felt like someone had shot a rubber-band at me...I had no idea where it came from. Turns out it was my producer David, and a chunk of ice. He was surprised he hit me, it was quite a distance, and there were people milling about. He's lucky he didn't hit somebody else! We enjoyed the music, and have decided that we'll visit the brick and mortar restaurant of the booth we tried. Very tasty.
I'm still jumping through the hoops of the Jefferson County Public Schools gauntlet, trying to get Mercutio into a decent school. I've heard different things from different people, and it had started to stress me out. See, they have an assignment plan, designed to increase diversity in the schools, and even out the playing field between lower and higher economic neighborhoods. Sounds good in theory, in practice...not so much. I finally found a number for parent assistance buried on the JCPS website, and got the straight poop from someone there. Of course, like I've said already: I've heard differing accounts with every person I've talked to, but I'm choosing to believe what this woman said. Basically, you go to your point school, fill out an application and choose your top 4 schools. Merc will be assigned to one of them. We've done our research and picked our schools. Unfortunately you have to pick 2 from group "a" and 2 from group "b". We don't know which schools are in which group, so if all of ours are in group "a", we have to come up with a plan "b". Understand? Yeah, neither do we. I've already gotten my mama-bear weapons sharpened. I'll dive in to do battle this week.
In our quest to try out local restaurants we walked a block and a half to Carly Rae's. We won't be going back. Food was all pre-fab, and over-priced. They had a nice patio though, where I snapped this:
It might have been nice back in my drinking days...but now, not. so. much. The only time we might try it is for the brunch buffet they have of Saturdays and Sundays. Other than that, no thanks.
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