As in You’d have to be balmy to live in this place…. As we scribble, it’s 115 degrees in the shade of the north-facing back porch.
Holeeee maquerel!
Welp…that takes care of the Evening Doggywalk. Even after the sun goes down, the pavements will be too hot for Ruby’s little feet.
Guess I could go out for a Solitary Humanwalk….but yea, verily: even after dark, the heat will be oppressive.
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And speaking of balmy…. My son has hired a babysitter to watch me during most of the daytime hours!
As insulting as that is — what does he think I’m gunna do? Set fire to the swimming pool? — it’s actually rather pleasant to have the company. She’s a very nice and compatible lady. Not all that spectacularly educated…but hey! Focused enough and ambitious enough to build a reliable way to make a living despite limited formal education and second-language skill in English. I do like her, and hope to build some activities we can do together to build some serious rapport.
So I do hope she stays around, at least for some months or a year.
We shall see, though.