Only the truly fabulous can look good when it's 104ºF in the shade
I generally try to keep a moderately cheery demeanor. Even on days when I’m forced to get up before, say, 10:30 a.m. or when the taxes haven’t been completely totted up and yet the single malt seems to have run out already. But when the thermometer sneers at me menacingly and I open the door to a whack of devil’s-breath heat, that’s it, I’m fried. The only saving grace is when I can retreat to the AC with unladylike speed and lounge around vegetating until my respiratory system and my hide recover and my bifocals turn back from the instant Spy-vs-Spy black they dive into as soon as the relentless rays stab at ’em. I’m grateful for the latter, mind you, as opposed to ocular cauterization, but there is a much greater lag on the return to clear-lens visibility, so why not just lie down until the emergency passes anyway? Perhaps it’s a natural consequence of sliding toward geezerhood, like so many other talents and skills I’ve been developing.
I’m trying to develop a metaphorical exoskeleton, to fend off the stuff that, like high external temperatures, is relatively escapable and inconsequential. So far I haven’t found the technique for making myself completely impervious to external woes, let alone those generated within, from personal crochets and peccadilloes–or are the latter, now that I live in Texas, armadillos?–to hot flashes. But I still fancy the idea that it should be possible to get past, through, and over the junk with which the rest of the galaxy opts to bombard me. A girl can dream . . . .
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I see that right now (8:02 am ) it is 82 F in your area going for a high of 106F, and the humidity is at 60%, that is adequate conditions to make one feel like a licked stamp for most of the day…if i may offer you a couple of tips, i observed my mother utilizing when we were kids in what surely was the Armpit of Texas…firstly if you have the much coveted under floor ductwork, with the bonus refrigerated air, (we did not,I remember visiting the lucky Titus family numerous times and watched mom & Bobbi) simply put on a sun dress and assume a dignified squat over top of a vent, making sure to have a large iced tea within reach. Secondly, if you are less fortunate and ONLY have the ubiquitous rooftop swamp cooler that discharges massive quantities of air ,slightly cooler than steam, in one central location ,in our case it was the main hallway, i remember mom standing under the jetstream, shirtless, iced tea in hand, encouraging us kids to go outside & play….
as for all that internal stuff, i am useless!!
Nice Grasshopper!!!
Yeah, I *was* gonna go shirtless when Kris and Brad and I went walking in the park last night and it was still 100F at 21.30–after all, Brad did. But I didn’t want to frighten the small dogs and other dainty creatures that were walking in our vicinity. We ARE, however, drinking gallons of the requisite sweet tea, heading over to Beth Marie’s or Braums’ on a regular basis for ice cream, and hitting the showers like disgraced football players. Thanking our lucky Lone Stars for modern AC!