It’s Too Darned Hot!


As I am writing this, the temperature in Munds Park is 92 degrees. It was a chilly fifty-six degrees when I walked Louie at 6:15 this morning, but the temperature climbed fast.

The birdbath in my front yard needs to be filled twice a day. I am assiduous about closing the blinds as soon as the temperature reaches seventy degrees, to reserve the coolness in the house. It’s still warm in the afternoon in my cabin, which saps my energy and makes me sleepy. At least the hot weather is good for something:  naps.

Yesterday was hot, too. Sue, Joan and I went to the air-conditioned movies to see Mama Mia! Here We Go Again. It didn’t get rave reviews, but all three of us loved it. I cried at the end, but most of the movie is pure fun. We stayed in town to eat at Lotus Lounge, also air-conditioned. The roasted Brussel sprouts are to die for. And since I live alone, no one will hear me fart all night. By the time we got home at eight-thirty, it was cool enough to watch television without sweating.

That’s too darn hot! It’s also a good excuse.It’s too darn hot to cut and rake the weeds in my yard. I can’t sort and organize the tiny shed. I can’t cook or bake because it will heat up my 800 square foot house. I can’t play Pickleball after 8:15 a.m. or I’m a sweatball. Louie’s afternoon walk is severely curtailed due to the heat.

I know it’s 114 degrees in the valley, but there I have air-conditioning and can choose to stay inside all day. I do have a portable air-conditioner up here, the kind on wheels. There are two reasons I haven’t hooked it up. One, you must start it as soon as it gets to seventy-five degrees and when it gets hot, it only cools it down to eighty-four degrees because it’s only meant for two hundred square feet. Secondly, it doesn’t fit perfectly. I have windows that open side-to-side, so I can’t get a regular air-conditioner. No matter how much duct tape I use, there’s always a gap where the bugs can get in. So far, I haven’t had any mosquitos in my house and I want to keep it that way.

I was down in the valley last week, when it was 110 degrees and humid. That was much more miserable. Since I was only there a short time, I packed too much into the two days and nights, forgetting how much the heat takes out of you. I had Abby and Savy overnight, my hair colored, my nails done (both mani and pedi,) dinner with The Zookeeper, a date with Mr. GQ, breakfast with my youngest son, a sonogram on my legs, a haircut, and dinner with my older two sons and their families. Whew! I crawled into bed each night, exhausted.

The bedrooms are the coolest rooms in my cabin because they’re in the shade all the time, but I still wear my lightest nightgown and don’t get under the sheet. It’s a good thing I’m not sleeping with anyone but Louie. He knows to go to the bottom of the bed and not touch me.

The weather forecast is for the heat to break tomorrow, with the monsoons coming back. Hallelujah!

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2 Responses to “It’s Too Darned Hot!”

  1. veronica marshall Says:

    Is this fact or fiction? Can’t tell who dodged the bullet in this scenario. It is aptly named, though.

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