It’s been hotter than Death Valley on a “cool” day. If I were a camel, my humps would have dried up by now.
Last night, I heard some peculiar noises emanating from my husband, Tom, sitting in the living room adjacent to the foyer. He was watching the weather on Fox 4. Sh-- came out as a growling cuss word. “I can’t believe this damn weather…”
Tom Johnston said it was going to be another record heat day for Friday. The heat index is supposed to reach 105. Thursday the temp reached 98 degrees with as much humidity.
I flipped through the growing number of cable channels. I don’t know where any of my favorite channels are since Comcast decided to play the game, Find Me, rearranging and throwing some channels into the 700’s.
I finally hit on a program with delightful, scampering penguins, twittering along like old men in tight underwear.
They were having a great time, flopping one-by-one off the ice shelf into the freezing blue water. Ahhh…
The heat isn’t that bothersome to me. Tom, on the other hand, has Nordic blood. He used to swim in the San Francisco Bay, off Coyote Point and Aquatic Park, when we lived on the Peninsula years ago.
Tom would have been a great explorer or mountain man. He’s very outdoor oriented-- has a sense of adventure, but is stiffled by Florida’s climate. He takes a morning walk and swim at the beach, while I usually get dropped off at Books-A-Million.
It’s great here in the winter when the rest of the country is unfortunately in a deep freeze. Beautiful, cloudless days: dry, in the 70’s, low 80’s.
We stepped outside this morning at 7:00-- it already feels in the low 80’s. Last night about 11:00,the temp was 87. At bedtime, I felt like Scheherazade: Shedding the seven veils to keep cool...