At only 8 am in the morning, the temperature gauge is bustin' to break the mercury... ninety four degrees. That means another unbearably hot day here in the most central part of this most glorious state I live in. One hundred thirteen degrees is the expected high. With forty percent humidity. Dry heat my ass.
Of all the seasons, summer is the one I detest the most living here. Fall, winter, spring... I love the other three seasons. But summertime here makes it so that wearing clothes is wretched and activity of any sort is a drag. Any movement creates stickiness creates friction and uncomfortableness. Swimming is not even considered "refreshing" any longer, the water having warmed up to feel like nothing on your skin instead of that crisp bite we all expect in our chlorinated ponds.
All the air conditioner units in the county are on overload, causing unexpected outtages at any time (like last night, in the middle of the DVD version of Trivial Pursuit). Sitting in blackness by the flicker of a candle, I can only think "Don't move, the air conditioner is also out and there's no way to keep cool now." The county issued water mandates and recommended settings for your own air conditioner... seventy eight degrees is lowest setting thankyouverymuch. Most vegetation wilts, due to oppressive heat, not lack of water.
My dogs stay inside now, during the day. I'd rather break out the carpet cleaner and/or sweep up something that got chewed up than come home to no-longer-with-us pets. The heat knows no boundaries.
Yah I know there are parts of the southwest that expect one hundred thirteen degree days. Those parts are the ones that have seventy degree winters. We don't. We have an actual winter. One that I'm actually looking forward to.
The Food Network likes to run ice cream inspired show during this time of the year. I've been inspired by one of their ice cream competitions to make my own concoction. A banana/toasted coconut/walnut mixture. I'm off to buy ingredients. Maybe this will keep me cool in our one hundred thirteen degree day today.
I know- it's miserable isn't it?
It's the humidity that kills me. Good call on the dogs. It's worth the extra hoovering!
Posted by: Annie | July 24, 2006 at 05:54 PM
yes yes, I hear ya! We don't have it quite so bad here as you do... the temps are only in the 90's here, but my apartment is a bit like a greenhouse. Ryan's watch has a temperature function on it, and yesterday the reading in the apartment was a whopping 95 degrees. Somehow, an air conditioned 78 sounds pretty good right about now.
Stay cool! I hope the weather breaks in your neck of the woods soon...
Posted by: Jen the Knittingspaz | July 25, 2006 at 09:28 AM