Have I mentioned that it gets warm here in the Summer?
A week from tomorrow, on September 1st, my surgery day, the high temperature is projected to dip under 100 degrees for the first time in at least six weeks. Hallelujah…praise Jesus!
During the past month, the daytime high has been between 105 and 118, and overnight lows have averaged in the high 80’s. It really sucks when I take the dogs outside to pee at 10 p.m. and the temperature is still in the 90’s. One could bake a turkey out there…overnight.
My neighbor friends say that this has been an unusually hot Summer here in Hell. Normally, they say, there are occasional monsoon rains that cool off the place. For a couple of hours, they chuckle.
Those f…ing leather faces think this is funny.
The dogs haven’t been able to take a walk in a couple of months. The sidewalks are like frying pans and the artificial grass in our backyard isn’t much better. Desert plants are screaming “No mas!”
If cactus plants could uproot themselves and flee, they would.
I try to keep the indoor thermostat at about 73 degrees, but someone (!) keeps bumping it up to 76 degrees. I suspect it’s Charlie, because she’s always complaining about being COLD. And because the dogs can’t reach that high. And, they like it cool, anyway.
So…yeah, it’s selfish Charlie who has been torturing the four of us.
I have a hard time sleeping when it’s warm…like 76 degrees. I sleep best when we are in the RV, along the Oregon Coast, with a window open to the cool, fresh air. Oh, how I long to hit the road again.
Antifa schmeefa, I want to go to Oregon, dammit.
As I live and breathe, we are going to be absent from Mesquite next Summer…even if the bubonic plague is active and millions of people are dropping like flies. I will proudly sacrifice myself, as long as I can do so in the comfort of my Sleep Number bed, with my window open so that the gentle 60 degree ocean breeze can caress my face as I lay dying.
Give me coolness or give me death!