“It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then like most cliches, that cliche is untrue.”
I am alive and somewhat well. The last couple of days had me imagining I was crawling across the sands of the Sahara, my clothes frayed and my arm outstretched in supplication hoping for water. On Saturday, I bought the rest of the plants needed to replace the ones stolen by the plant marauder, Nala. No one from Agway was outside in the plant area. They were the smart people. I wandered around the aisles pushing my cart and looking for lavender and three annuals. I got dizzy from the heat and went inside for a while. After I had finished, I drove home and collapsed in the AC.
On Saturday night I didn’t asleep a wink. I’d turn out the light and hope for the best, but wishin’ and hopin’ didn’t work so I’d turn the light back on and read some more until I tried again. The dogs slept through it all and looked a bit annoyed at the light going on and off. Finally, at 5:30, I gave up the ghost and went down stairs. I was glad I did. The morning was lovely and even felt coolish. I stayed outside and read the paper, coffee in hand. I didn’t write Coffee because my brain refused to cooperator. My world was hazy from the heat and words escaped me.
Yesterday too was hellish. I went to the concert which started at 5:30. Our seats were in the sun. It was back to the Sahara but with a soundtrack. I did wear a hat which prevented drops of sweat from rolling down my cheeks while the visor kept the sun at bay so I could read my music. Regardless, it was awful. My hair got soaked, and I was the poster child for an un-lady-like appearance, Victorian age appearance. I imagined a fan and someone to fan me. We played for over an hour after which I ran to the car and turned up the AC as high as it could go. I was a mess.
Last night I turned out the light at 12:30 and slept until nearly 10:30 which brings me to now. The house is wonderfully cool. Outside is 89° but with the humidity it feels like 101° according to My Google. The welcomed breeze from the south is strong. Everything is blowing. The leaves are jumping round. The branches are swaying propelled by those leaves. I’m thinking of sitting under the umbrella and planting the pots of flowers I bought but that just might be a crazy idea born from hyperthermia.
Okay, I just wrote 400 and 52 words, complaining words about the heat. Next thing you know I’ll be asking people, “Is it hot enough for you?” I have become cliché.
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August 9, 2022 at 1:13 pm
Hi Kat,
Today the sun is back out but the predicted high temperature is only going to be a near normal 97°. However, there’s a slight chance of some rain this evening. That’s if you call 30% coverage rain.
Not one Republican Senator voted for the bill yesterday that passed the senate. This bill will begin reducing green house gasses by small amounts in this country. Obviously, in an election year no one on the dark side wants to break ranks with the former tin horn dictator in charge. Did you see the report that General Kelly had to instruct that moron in world history while on a European trip? Trump said that he wanted as much loyalty from the generals as Hitler got from his generals. Kelly had to inform him that Hitler’s generals tried to assassinate him three times and almost succeeded. It also came to light that Trump kept translations of Hitler’s speeches near his bedside table. Maybe the FBI found those speeches during their execution of a search warrant at his winter home in Florida. 😦
The part that’s really interesting is that we in this country have more air conditioning than anywhere else on earth according to NPR this morning. As the planet warms we will be cranking up our AC units and the result will be in burning more fossil fuel. This of course will increase the global warming. 😦
August 9, 2022 at 7:26 pm
Hi Bob,
I stayed inside all day. I was supposed to go to uke practice but I didn’t like the darkening sky. It got so dark I couldn’t imagine seeing my music. I do have a lesson tomorrow so I can go over the new boo for the concert, Songs of the 70’s.
I did read about Trump’s admiration for Hitler, but that didn’t surprise me. His counterpoint was to correct General Kelly and tell him that Hitler’s generals were totally loyal to him. Trump has little knowledge about history, sad for such a very stable genius. I remember watching him struggle through The Star Spangled Banner. It was obvious he didn’t know the words.
In Ghana, in my day, AC was rare. A bar in my town had it and everyone called it the cold room, but there were always so many people it was inefficient.
August 9, 2022 at 4:58 pm
Your concert, – who doesn’t like hot music 🙂
I’m just sitting outside and enjoy this slightly cooler evening. Meanwhile it’s dark and I can see the stars. Beer, cigarettes, internet and a working smartphone, life is good. It’s still hot at daytime, not awfully hot but hot (whatever 33°C is in °F) and I think I forgot what rain feels like. I’m still at my relatives home near the river Rhine, this big mighty river is quite small by now and still no hope for much needed rain. No AC, neither here not at home, but it’ not really necessary in old stone houses when you don’t live directly under the roof.
August 9, 2022 at 7:32 pm
Birgit,
The heat coupled with our music, love songs of the 60’s, made it quite hot indeed!
It isn’t any cooler here. I did hear thunder and it got dark, but we had no rain. Tomorrow the heat wave should break, and we’ll have temperature in the high 70’s. We also have little hope of rain. The whole cape is under severe drought. I don’t even remember when we last had rain.
My AC cranks most days, but, at night, I turn off the whole house system and just leave the window unit going in my bedroom. My house holds the cool fairly well. Even though the AC is off at night my house is still quite cool in the morning.