Dateline - Texas (i.e Hell, Hades, Satan's home) I have whined a lot this week and Ray's put up with it. Earlier today this weather station showed 108. Ugh. I had brunch at a friend's house. When I came out my car thermometer read 112. Double Ugh!
Our pool is 95 degrees.............think about that. It's a spa, a lobster boil, not very refreshing, even warm for Ray. Yes, we have a pool and this is a first world problem. I am aware. But I am whining.
Friday I left for work at 7:15 am and it was 85. Ray (now semi-retired and off on Fridays) planned to mow our yard. I told him, "Get it done before 9 am or 90 degrees. You only have 5 degrees to work with....). I don't want to come home and find him passed out in the back yard. Triple Ugh!
I've used the heat excuse for not really cooking, not really doing anything, and not doing a decent blog post. This is my lazy Monday post done on Sunday night. I'm not proud of myself. I've been reading. I've been to some movies. I lack motivation.
So I'm turning off the comment section. I know you kind folks. You'll offer sympathy on the heat, and generally excuse my slack-off behavior. Do not enable me, my friends. I shall get my act together.
A "cool" spell is promised....it might be only 99 on Tuesday and I shall kick back into gear. Until then...enjoy your "weather" wherever you are. And if you are whining at 80 degrees or so...yes, I'm calling you a wimp. Suck it up, buttercup!
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.