Well. It's HERE. The dreaded "H" word. Hovering overhead. Hated horribly. I know it's supposed to mean High Pressure. But when I see it dangling over our fair state- it's ominous. It's horrendous.
Comes regularly every year-- sometimes sooner, rarely this late (or so it seems).
First it read 99+, 101, then 103 and finally 106 stinking degrees.
I was reminded of Eliza's pronunciation drills from "My Fair Lady": "The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain. But in Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire, hurricanes hardly ever happen."
I wish a hurricane would happen. Well. Not a great killer one like Rita or Katrina. But just one enough to bring some rains to the dry South (bypassing Texas of course) and giving some relief to us all the way to Georgia. I guess it could be worse... in South Carolina the heat index is 118- ouch!
When it gets as hot and dry as it is- I always wonder just how awful it was to have lived in the dust-bowl days. Mae says she recalls all the dust even here. I'm not sure which is worse- looking at those awful pictures of those houses shrouded in such darkness from the dust storms and their descriptions of how difficult it was to breathe for years afterwards or having to watch the flood victims trying to get to safety. Weather. It's just awfully extreme and so unpredictable.
Anyway-- I'm in the cool this evening after having run a couple of errands this afternoon out in IT. Got the supplies and made a Margarita Pie (thanks for the recipe, Wanda!) for B to chill off with when he finally drags in. He's working two jobs this week and has to pull a Saturday shift at the boat plant tomorrow- they are thinking that they'll all come in at 5 in the mornings in order to get out of there earlier until the weather breaks. I just am looking forward to him coming home and us lazing around in front of some DVD's and basking in the A/C.
Be cool... stay cooler. Send ICE!
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