Holee doggerel! Temps here are supposed to hit 117 today. Nice and cozy, eh?
Ruby the Corgi and I were out the door by 7 a.m. or so…and it didn’t seem any hotter than usual. Maybe it’s just that for most humans, our version of “no hotter than usual” is the same as “too damn hot”… 😀
Let’s bestir ourself to stumble out to the back porch and check the thermometer… hmmm…. only 100 degrees. Sorry folks: that’s just not all THAT hot.
A little warm, maybe, for 9:11 in the morning. But not THAT hot. Gimme a break!
It is, however, a bit humid. Damp enough to be reminiscent of (un)lovely Ras Tanura, where I grew up on the shore of the Persian Gulf. Yea verily: Saudi Arabia was hotter (and wetter) than the hubs of Hades, not a place normal humans would choose to dwell. But…that was all the time, not just a day or two in the depths of a hellish summer.
And usually, the yak-festers here are not kidding when they say “it’s a dry heat.” When the atmosphere is just plain parched, a hundred degrees doesn’t seem intolerably hot.
Fellow dog-walkers this morning were whining and squawking about (ooooohhh eeeeeek!!!!!!) a terrifying coyote strolling up one of the neighborhood streets. The sheer horror, eh?
What IS the matter with people? Are they really so stupid that they don’t know all they have to do is turn around, glare and the beast, and holler “GIT!!!! B-a-a-a-a-d Dawg! GIT OUTTA HERE!” and the savage person-eating monster will turn right around and run away?
And yes, I do speak from experience.
Don’t know which is the most annoying experience: a confused coyote or a doltish human.
Ohhh well.
At any rate: yes, 117 degrees is passing warm. Hope the AC system holds up through the day. Hmm… This is Wednesday…so if it doesn’t crap out between now and, say, 2:00 or 4:00 p.m., we should be OK. The repairmen should be out in force, so we won’t have much trouble getting someone to fix it, if need be.
After mid-afternoon, the atmosphere will start to cool a bit: not into the bearable range, but usually into the survivable range.
Meanwhile, we have a predicament: I lost my bicycle the other day.
In a moment of senility, I took it into my graying head to hop on my beloved bike and ride around the area. Stupidly crossed Central Avenue, cruised the upscale area around the parochial high schools over there, and ended up socializing with some neighbor on her front porch.
By the time we broke up that chat-fest, it was getting so hot she thought I should not ride home by myself. So we called my son. He showed up, piled me in his car, and…heh…we both forgot about my bike.
Well. So I think.
I believed we brought it back here. But it’s not in the garage. And that tells you how fried my brain was.
The other possibility is that M’hijito took it to his house and locked it in his garage, to block me from taking off for any more two-wheeled fugues. Once again, he seems not to be speaking to me, so I dunno whether the bike is at his place or not.
But…if in fact I’ve LOST the bike, there’s a big store right across Main Drag West that sells the things. So I may just walk over there and buy a new bicycle.
Or not. Seems like more work than it’s worth, in this infernal heat. 😀
The city has had to close down all the local hiking trails, in the face of the normal stupidity of humans.
No joke: in 117-degree heat, the local cretins WILL go out in that desert and stumble around the rocky, often steep trails.
Don’tcha wonder how the human species has managed to survive this long?