That was my father’s saying. Never heard it from anyone else…some sort of Southernism, I reckon.
It’s only 108 out there, but for some inscrutable reason, it seems hotter than that. I’d have guessed 112, if I hadn’t seen the back-porch thermometer. Wunderground, my fave weather site, claims it’s just 107. And truly NOT humid. Why it feels so damn hot, I dunno…but boyoboy, it sure does!
Wunderground does remark that June was the hottest month on record, but that generalizes around the northern hemisphere, not specifically here in Lovely Uptown Phoenix.
And I’m sorry but I DON’T consider 107 to be extremely hot.
This is amusing, speaking of Wunderground. Alas, they don’t publish a typescript of this squib, so you have to sit through a not-very-entertaining talkathon…but at least you can get an idea of what’s going on.
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Hmmmm…. Apparently we have an explanation for the weirdness of the hotness: we humans who exist in the sunlit side of the planet just lived through the Earth’s hottest day on record.
Be scared. Be very scared.
I worked on the 4th under very inadequate a/c. My twentysomething co-worker got carted off to the ER in an ambulance. I feel for her because those things ain’t cheap!
Frankly, I’m surprised they didn’t have to call one for me. I had a Chilly Pad around my neck and a fan sitting about two feet away, so that helped. I don’t know how much longer any of us can put up with this ****.
Good grief!!!
The employer should have to pay for that. It would have cost them less to run an adequate AC for a season than to haul her away in an ambulance, f’rcryin’outloud!
Do you have fans in your work space? I mean, like old-fashioned table fans that you can get at Target & Costco & Amazon. They help surprisingly well — more than you would think. Apparently moving the air over your skin & clothes causes sweat to evaporate faster, and that cools you off some.
It’s supposed to hit 112 here today. It’s 109 right now, sez the back porch thermometer, in the shade. In an hour, I have to drive the dog to the vet — an hour each way through horrid traffic. In this weather, that’s a scary prospect…I don’t know what on earth I’ll do with the dog if the car craps out on this journey. Just hope her cuteness will tempt someone to stop, if I have to hitch-hike. Godlmighty!!
I don’t see our CEO paying for her ambulance, he won’t even pay to fix the dang a/c!
Speaking of the co-worker, she has Afib and she’s only 26. She got out of the hospital today and is supposed to work tomorrow. We’ll see.
I hope you made it safely there and back. One of the reasons I don’t have a pet is because I don’t think I can afford vet bills.
I’ve been thinking about what your dad used to say. I’ve heard the saying “hotter than a two-dollar pistol.” I wonder when it turned into a cookstove? ;o)