And It's Not Even Summer Yet!!!

We set a record here in beautiful Bakersfield ... 109 degrees, beating out the 107 set in 1947.  It is a record I would prefer not to have experienced first hand.  I get headaches whenever the temperature exceeds 103.  I have a whopper at present. 

Ever so fortunately, we have a pool.  A pool that is surrounded with umbrellas because the direct sun would parboil me in a matter of minutes.  Mr. Montgomery resided in Beverly Hills, which explains the lack of umbrellas.  Otherwise, you might mistake his backyard with mine.  Well, except for the mansion.  And a gardener tending to the flowers on the hillside.  And the presence of a gorgeous man dangling his feet in the water.  Sigh. 

                             Bob at home, summer of 1938