Rain is not on the horizon, the temperature is supposed to reach the upper nineties to low hundreds, and the event is supposed to last to the middle of the week, at least.
The summer of 2011 was similar, and we had one worse in the late nineties, when afternoon temperatures reached 108. That was a brutal summer, and our work hours were 6:00 am to 2:30 pm. With temperatures over 100 by noon, it was dangerous to work in the brutal heat. Even those most accustomed to the work were beat by the early afternoon and close to dehydration.
So, we have another summer, where everything is the same, and everything is different. Like those before, it will end and Autumn will arrive.
I'm looking forward to the first morning, when the temperature is in the low sixties, and the afternoon high is less than eighty.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Labels: My mind wanders
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Down here, I wouldn't expect that low of an overnight temp until late October, barring any freak early fronts.ReplyDelete
We've had some years where the first temperature in the fifties came in September. It's rare, but welcome; until the cold temperatures hang for a long winter.Delete