We had a terrible thunderstorm hit yesterday afternoon at the height of rush hour traffic.  I got up this morning, and it was 72 degrees. It was amazing. I was stunned at how great it felt! We have had a streak of 15 days of triple-digit temperatures. People were getting cabin fever, and the heat was bothering everybody.

I've had some strange conversations this week. I don't know whether to blame it on the weather or the communicators. (There was a full moon last week too...)

Last week, I pulled into an honor parking lot in downtown Richmond. Parking is at a premium in some areas of town, and even if you do find a spot, there's usually a hike involved to get to your destination. I pulled in this lot, and I was thrilled that there were plenty of spaces. Before I could get out of the car to pay, a man in a golf cart knocked on my window and said, "Jehovah's Witness?" I wasn't sure what he was expecting as an answer. He filled in during the long pause where I was thinking. He let me know that there was a convention in town, and they had reserved all of the lots around the facility. At least that explained while he was asking about religion at 8:00 in the morning in a parking lot in the middle of the state capital.

Then I got a call from a co-worker last week. I picked up the phone, and he said, "Somebody said that you were top row Fed Ex."  I wasn't sure if that was slang. It might have been a compliment? It took a couple of seconds for me to figure it out what he was saying. He was asking me where our seats were for the Redskins games at FedEx field. He was going to buy tickets for an exhibition game, and he wanted to know about the seats in the top tier. (For my husband's 40th birthday, I got us season tickets to the Redskins. I knew it was in the top section, but the row letter was mid-way in the alphabet, so I didn't seem that bad. When we got there, our seats were in the last row at the top under the lights. We could have waved to the blimp if it went over. The bad part was that when they turned the lights on, the moths hit us in the head. We ended up exchanging them for some in another section.)

Then I got an email from my sister and dad. She was writing to him, and it started out, "built stilts." Then it went on to talk about every day stuff. I thought she had some new euphemism or code. I wondered if she was trying to bypass some email censor by swearing in code. I kept reading. It turns out that in his email, he had given her a clue to one of his rhyming word puzzles, and she was providing the answer.

Context is everything! Have a great weekend!