Wow. It’s 107 degrees here right now in the Music City…and it was actually a little hotter than that earlier.
I’m having flashbacks to what it was like living in the desert, where it stayed above 110 for weeks on end. “But it’s a dry heat,” someone would always say when the triple-digit temperature was mentioned. Folks, I’m here to tell you that after it gets to be about 115 or so, it doesn’t really matter if it’s humid or not. It’s HOT. It’s awful. You feel like beef jerky. You begin to resemble beef jerky a little bit, too.
At any rate, I keep thinking of things I want or need to do–and then rejecting them. For example, I was thinking that my son and I would make cupcakes today after day camp. But that would require turning on the oven, which would heat up my kitchen. Pass. Okay, what about splashing in the baby pool or the water table on the patio? Hmmm, that requires being outside under the sun. Nope. What about going to the playground? Obviously not. The shady (sort of) greenway in the park a couple of miles away? Even in the shade, the heat is formidable. The outdoor concert series at the local park? Cancelled.
Guess we’ll just stay inside and eat popsicles and watch TV. The weather’s making us do it! Who are we to resist?