So in my latest post, there I am raving on about how happy I don’t have a laborer’s job, flinging myself and a pile of tools around in the ungodly heat. And…egad! I kid you not: ANY manual-labor job that has to be done outdoors is downright suicidal on an Arizona summer day.
One of the men working across the street had left his truck’s headlights on. None of his coworkers seemed to have noticed. So I stopped to let him know…and in the process, to thank him for the ungawdly job he’s doing to keep our neighborhood functioning. He was kinda nonplussed by that…but then he seemed to get a kick out of it.
😀
It’s damn near too hot to breathe out there! How our guys manage to do physical work on days like this…well, it just mystifies me.
About all I could manage was to stumble around the block — short route — and stagger back into the house.
No: I can’t plunge into the pool. At noon on an Arizona day, that’s an invitation to skin cancer.
So here we are, loafing in the AC and scarfing cheddar on bread. Boring, but at least we’re still alive.
That’s something. I guess.