6:15 p.m., and it’s 105 on the back porch.
The back porch wherein no sunlight penetrates….
{whine whinge!!} It’s SO hot, so miserable that it’s hard to believe this is Arizona.
Yeah, it does get HOT in Arizona. But as we like to brag, “it’s a dry heat.” Today the oven appears to be attached to the plumbing. We’ve got hot, all right. But also weirdly damp.
An unpleasant wind has been blowing all afternoon, waving the trees around in the distance. And we have a weird, high overcast. Very thin clouds, gathered over us like a sheet on a bed. They’re keeping the heat close to the ground, and the wind is blasting that heat back and forth.
Saaaave us!
Ohhhh well. Ruby and I are barricaded inside the house. The AC is blasting away…we can only hope it keeps on blasting, and doesn’t crap out in the middle of the night.
My excellent son brought over some good things to eat, and so the human is stuffed. Presumably the dog is, too, since she just scarfed down a dish of pooch chow.
This junket to our house was very kind of him: it rescued me from having to walk to the Fry’s or the Sprouts. They’re close enough…but in this heat, nothing is close. So I was mighty glad to be spared the grocery-store hike.
Tomorrow the temp is predicted to hit 110. Again: not surprising at this time of year. But still…heh! lamentable.
One of my neighbors — a great favorite of mine — has rented an apartment in Prescott: a cowtown and tourist trap up north on the Rim. It’s not far from where our ranch was. But…hmm …. Y’know, the ranch wasn’t exactly balmy in the dead of summer.
Lessee…. Tomorrow Prescott is supposed to hit 113.
Well. It’s better than 120. I guess.
Not enough better, IMHO, to make it worth renting or buying real estate up there! 😀