As we scribble — 5:40 of a balmy early evening — the thermometer nestled under the slatted patio cover and amongst the leaves of the hefty potted ficus tree reads 115 degrees.
Consider, for a moment, how much cooler that is than the temp out in the direct sunlight.
Eeeek!
The AC, pounding along all afternoon, has managed to bring down the thermometer in the coolest room in the house to a chilly 81 degrees.
The Wunderground crew is not optimistic about prospects for moderation in the near future. They seem to think these fine balmy temperatures will last at least until the end of this week.
ohhhh gooodie!
It’s been a good ten or twelve years since we last had a weather adventure like this.
The worrisome thing, in my precincts, is that the air-conditioning in my son’s house doesn’t work well. It’s an old red brick house, very pretty and quaint and all…but hey…we don’t need no steeenking insulation! Even with the AC blasting full-on, the thing can’t cool the house especially well.
I’m inviting him to come over and sleep here, if he likes. But knowing my son — a superb and proud example of Maleness and Paleness — he likely will demur.
Burned my feet in the few seconds it took to run out, grab the backyard hose, and spray water on the potted plants. Ouch!
Otherwise, it’s been a pretty slow news day…probably because one can’t get up much mischief in weather like this.
The stuff the eye doc told me to use on my own marginally infected/irritated/lwhatever-the-heck eyes — a liquid called iVisia, works — lo!! — on the dog’s dry, red eyes too!
The vet had told me to wipe her eyes with a wet rag. But when the eye doc came up with this stuff, I dared to think…hmmm….Why not?
And indeed, wiping her eyes with a tissue impregnated with those eye drops really DOES work. Which the water treatment does not… This evening she’s much better than she was yesterday.
And so am I…eye-wise, that is.
Burned the soles of my feet walking over the Kool-Deck bare-footed. Apparently “Kool” is not what you get when the stuff is baked all day under a broiling sun! 😮
Natcherly, too, I pick a season with one of the hottest days on record to let my hair grow long. BRIL-lyant! As if it weren’t hot enough in here without a freakin’ fur collar around my neck.
It’s not long enough to pull up or to clip back. So…yeah: fur collar.
The AC is still set for 78. Here in the coolest room in the house, the thermometer continues to insist it’s 81.
Ohhhhh well…that’s a helluva lot better than 112.
I guess.