No, I like it hotter. I can't wait 'till I burn in hell.
It has been excruciatingly hot with killer humidity. The air is liquid. The 95 degree weather seems cool compared to the 495 degree inferno in the house. The ceiling fans and floor fans are useless. Clothing is optional. I've worn nothing but underwear all week.
Jockey briefs, in case you're curious.
The muggy mornings are heavy with fog.
The front edge of my property where the road runs by. Or walks by.
It hadn't rained here in four days - which is considered a severe drought in Tennessee. Last night at sunset there was a weird thunderstorm. Mucho thunder but not much rain. The storm intensified the humidity.
Storm viewed from front porch
I sometimes let my cats out on the front porch to get air. I keep it blocked off so they can't get down the steps and escape (the porch isn't ground-level, it's way up high).
Just as the storm started, Scruffy escaped (which proves she's feeling better). I initially thought she went back in the house but I couldn't find her anywhere.....
.....so I braved the Biblical bolts of lightning and went outside to embark on an intense feline search.
It didn't take long. She came running when I called her - wet and disheveled but safe.
Did I ever mention the weeds?
...he says with a smirk....
It's impossible to control them because of the constant rain. They're not exactly weeds. They're more like mega monsters.
You don't believe me? Check these out.
Two acres of them. Many of the weeds are taller than myself, and I'm 6' 1".
So - despite my bad back and acute lethargy - I took advantage of the recent "dry" days and tackled the weeds. Solo and by hand.
I only have one tiny lawn mower, which looks like it was made by Mattel. It took one glance at the weeds and hid under some pansies.
I used to have a much bigger mower but one of the wheels was broken so I left it in Texas.
I had absolutely nothing to assault the weeds with but an old rusty pair of shears.
Every morning before dawn, I went out and assaulted the weeds. The humidity was devastating and - even at that ungodly hour - the wasps relentlessly attacked me.
I somehow managed to chop most of them down to about two feet. Late in the day, when the moisture dried up, I sprayed mercilessly with weed killer.
The front part of the property after my first assault.
It doesn't look great by any means, but it's sure as hell better than it was with
six-foot monsters. If it wasn't for the constant rain, I'd eventually be able to get the weeds under control.
This post is too long.
If only I could get my blogging under control.....
