The radio talks of a high-pressure center keeping things dry, which in August means it got hot. And relatively dry. I don’t mind the heat, really, I do live in a desert. But oh how I miss the evening breeze that normally cools things off. Second night of ‘it’s too damned hot to sleep.’
Uncle Joel is groggy. Emergency coffee IVs have been deployed.
















































I understand perfectly. As much as I love it here, there are simply a few parts of the weather thing that absolutely suck. Unfortunately, they often tend to cluster. As a former desert person, I never thought I’d see the day when I’d curse the rain. And I don’t normally. Only when I hear the unmistakable sound of HAIL hitting the windows and metal roof.
I can then remember some choice language my late sailor husband used on rare occasions… He was the consummate Texas gentleman, so you know he really had to be pissed to go that far. 🙂 But when it was called for, he could do so very colorfully. I can still remember his rants vividly, 30 years ago.
Look on the bright side Joel (literally, I mean). Normally this time of year you would be lamenting a lack of photons.
Tres prophetic, Ben.
All, Joel’s 120V power has been taken out by lightning as of about 15 min ago. He’s not sure if it hit the inverter, panels, or just got close enough to fry a wire, but either way he’s offline for a bit. He’s safe and has his DC power for emergency lighting, and will be checking damage as soon as it stops raining. But it will be a bit before he’s back online.
Too hot (and, here, humid) to sleep is nothing strange. I knew I was getting old when I thought it was too hot for sex. It pains me to admit that I did so, but the lady involved, as it turned out, thought so too. We’d been flirting all evening (despite having lived together for several years at the time), but when it came to the clinch, so to speak, we each decided to pass (& she was 9 years younger than I).
MamaLiberty, we sailors do know how to turn the air blue. I think we’re that way to start with–the Navy tends to attract a certain type of person, or rather several types–and the Navy just gives us the opportunity & training to refine our use of profanity. I can do it when I want, but I usually like to do the same thing without cursing, and calmly. It makes an impression.
Tennessee Budd – a memory that caused a smile – My Mother could make my WWII Navy veteran father blush, if and when she got wound up.
Landlady – thanks for the heads-up on Joel’s power system.