Saturday, June 13, 2009

How hot is it . . .

Umm-kay, this is not August. This is June, all right? So, what's going on?

I went out to the car about 3 p.m. and the interior was way too hot. I touched the window control and had to use a crumpled paper towel to hold it down and open the windows because I couldn't bear to touch it. I needed a potholder. At first, the A/C blew air straight from the Negev via the Sahara.

I glanced at the car's thermometer readout and it said 97°. Whoa, where did that come from?

When I returned home, the first thing I told J was that it was so hot, outside. He said that after I left, he looked at the readout from the front porch thermometer. It read 101°. When I got home, it had dropped to 98°.

Practically a cool wave . . .

3 comments:

Zeta said...

Too hot to handle. This heat wave has to go, anywhere but here.

Yes, Dad told me yard work can wait. For sure.

ol Doc said...

Yard work can wait. Feeding birds can wait. Getting mail and newspapers can wait. Anything that entails having to go outside can w*a*i*t! All these things can wait until after dark to get done, except maybe feeding birds and if you shake the bushes - even they'll wake up!

Big Ed said...

Would you believe I mowed half the lawn at about that time. I was dehydrated when I was finished. It was too hot. I was afraid to mow the lawn the next day, maybe Tuesday.