Rochester is supposed to set a record this year for the hottest July ever. That’s no surprise to those of us who’ve been trying to keep cool. Of course, this is the year that I sold my house with the pool. But, besides the heat, we’ve been battling a drought and praying for rain.

By my count, we’ve had exactly 3 days of rain this summer.

 The first rain was on June 1 when we had tickets to a picnic and ballgame at Frontier Field. The ballgame was rained out, and we decided that it was not worth driving downtown, finding a place to park and walking in the rain to eat a hamburger. We stayed home.

The second rain was on June 9 when we were setting up for an outdoor baby shower for my daughter Robyn. We were forced to move the shower and all 45 people inside.

The third rain came yesterday for the Walworth Festival in the Park. The drizzle in the morning for the 5k race wasn’t so bad – it kept the runners cool, although it did keep some people away. The downpour in the afternoon was less appreciated when it soaked my tent at the craft fair where I was selling my books. After talking to people later, I realized that it didn’t rain everywhere yesterday – only over Ginegaw Park.

Note to self: Next time you pray for rain, be more specific.