Monday, July 05, 2010

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It's hot again. SURPRISE!

Welcome to summer in NC. As I hide in the confines of the Tiny House, shades drawn, like a convict on the run, I marvel that people could live through this abominable heat without benefit of air conditioning.

Example - at 6 p.m. it's 95 degrees. That's officially too hot to do the following:

  • Sow,
  • Reap,
  • Fetch warter from that thar well
  • Knit,
  • Mend,
  • Shuck anything but clothes,
  • Churn,
  • Walk,
  • Breathe deeply.

At 6 p.m. it's 95 degrees outside, so I can only imagine how hot it was a few hours ago. I can also imagine what it must have been like to navigate those hellish temperatures in pantaloons, petticoats, and pinafores. No WONDER Southern belles were forever fainting, what with the air gettin' all caught up under them skirts and corsets, restricting 'flow' and breathing. Why, just ONE layer of clothing is plenty for me when I go out - the thought of several layers of womanly fussery piled on is enough to make me start panting like a porch hound in August.

Dear me, no. How happy I am to have been born in an age after Mr. Carrier made his miraculous discovery.

And Mr. Edison. And Mr. Franklin. Can't forget them.


We had a lovely Independence Day, thanks for asking. The ennui of deciding what to do with the day was hsattered once it was discovered that the only fireworks game in town was down in Souf Raleigh, would take 40 minutes to get to, probably an equivalent amount of time just to find parking, tix were 5 bucks each, there was no guarantee of getting home before 2 a.m. in the crush of humanity that was sure to be there, and one of us had to be leaving at 7:30 a.m. for work.

Not to mention - July in NC. Just sayin'.

Next best thing was of course to hit up a fireworks stand, procure some 70 bucks worth of entertainment, light up a bonfire and the grill, and commence to chillin'.

Did you know a blowtorch makes a handy firework lighter? And that roasted marshmallows are as delicious now as they were 30 years ago? And that boys turn overnight into young men who, when viewed in the orange glow of a well-stoked fire, will appear to be terribly grown up? So much so that it just might have happened that the torch was handed over, so to speak, making it perhaps the Best Day Ever for the under-21 set, what with the 'power to light' and whatnot.

5 years ago there was no way I'd have let that happen. 5 years from now it'll be old hat. It's satisfying seeing them move toward their own Independence Days, ya know?


Today was a day off. I have done nothing except read a book. A WHOLE book. Oh, and I took a nap.

My kind of vacation day.

Thought you should know.

Tiff out.

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