The west coast, or least my part of it is trying to see its way through a wicked heat wave. There was another a couple of weeks ago but it seemed pretty quick and relatively painless compared to this one.
We all bugged out of work early today for various reasons, but chief among them was that the air conditioner didn’t seem to be working too well. It was probably about 90 degrees in my office at 9:30 this morning, and I had to keep going out to reception to try to get some relief.
So, off we went – by the time I reached home at noon, it was 104 degrees. The house is cooler at a mere 89 degrees, that icy temp was reached with the help of two swamp coolers, ceiling fans and floor fans. Yep, I’m dripping on my keyboard as I type this.
And on days (in this case weeks) like this I can think of nothing but heat, sun, sweating and the ceasing thereof. As Scarlett O’Hara might say, “Mah, it’s terribly wahm in here.” I’d have to agree and by the way, Scarlett ol’ girl may I borrow your fan and if you’re getting a mint julep can you bring one back for me too?
I suspect it is days like these that have inspired all manner of hot literary, cinematic, and musical pieces dedicated to this cruel inhuman condition. So let’s see if I can fit them all into one paragraph.
Today I have a Fever and I keep singing Heat Wave in my head as I comtemplate this Long Hot Summer and wonder where The Streetcar Named Desire has got itself to. While Some Like It Hot personally, I feel like A Cat on a Hot Tin Roof on a Dog Day Afternoon. I can’t stand to be near another human being because the Body Heat makes me feel like a Hot Tamale and I want to jump in my Hot Rod and zip down to 7/11 for a Hot Dog. The Hot Tub is on the blink, and since I Can’t Stand The Heat, I’ll Stay Out of The Kitchen. Though I doubt I’ll have Hot Cakes for dinner because I am one Hot Girl. Still, the question that really lingers in my mind is: If you saw a heat wave would it wave back to you?