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Yes indeed! We’re having a heat wave! I’m not complaining. I know I whined through all the cold, damp, rainy spring weather. It’s just that we had 72 hours of wonderful spring and went directly to the hottest part of the summer.
Some of you have temperatures in the 90s for extended periods. Here we get a week or two mostly at the beginning of August. My body hasn’t adjusted yet.
There are some things that I have observed.
Men sweat in different places than women. The men I am generalizing about is my beloved husband and the standard for comparison is me. I watched as he mowed the lawn this morning. It was 9 a.m. and hot, hot, hot.
His shirt was all wet. He had a v-shaped wetness only at the top of his shorts and his hat looked droopy. I thought it best if I didn’t investigate that further.
I watered my garden and some newly planted shrubs. My hair was soaked under a sun hat and my crotch had enough water to fill a kiddie pool. Seriously, why would women sweat in the crotch and men don’t? I briefly considered a survey That is until I realized how the questions would sound.
Sir, what is your crotch like after you exercise? Would you consider it slightly moist, slippery slidey or like Niagara Falls?
It may get me arrested!
The beloved husband continues to tick off things on his to-do list. On the other hand, I view the heat wave as an excellent excuse to drink, read and nap more. (It’s a great time to pull the “old” card. After all I don’t want to exert myself. It doesn’t matter that the husband is older than me.)
My appetite is off too. Heavy meals don’t interest me. Yesterday I had an ice cream waffle sandwich for lunch and today it was cereal with tons of fruit. Both were better than a sandwich. The only thing that could make it better would be a little chocolate as a chaser.
It’s a great time to increase your intake of salt, preferably in margaritas. Of course a foo-foo drink with fruit juice in it would be healthy too.
My cats seem to survive the weather pretty well. Maybe it’s all that insulation that they leave on sofas and chairs.
Morgan, the new one, prefers being in the screened porch. Yes, it’s shady but it’s still hot. She lies on the cool tile floor for a while then retires to the comfy chairs for a nap. Then back to the floor again.
We’ve had some visitors.
These turkeys (there were 2) were ok with the weather too. They are cleaning out the seeds under the bird feeders. Although the pond is a few feet away they don’t seem to need a drink.
On the other hand, I have been drinking with the Maritimes. It’s 5 o’clock earlier there. Those Canadians think of everything including a way to drink in the afternoon.