Saturday was the first day this summer that I actually feared I might die of the heat. No exaggeration. The intense heat in the house is completely unbearable and nothing alleviates it: all the windows are open, the ceiling fans are on, as well as the floor fans.
Sometimes, in desperation, I open the front and back doors - - despite the possible intrusion of wild animals, wild insects, or Bigfoot.
open window
(I do have screens on the windows, but they're impossible to see on the photos)
(I do have screens on the windows, but they're impossible to see on the photos)
On Saturday afternoon - just to prove that miracles can happen - Mother Nature whipped up a delightful cool wind that rustled the trees. The sky clouded up and unleashed a torrent of rain.
The air cooled......and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Early Sunday morning was foggy, damp, and cool. My imagination insisted that autumn might be sending an early smile.....
.....so I forced myself to wander outside with a brush and can of paint. I figured it's as good a time as any to finish painting the lattice on the front porch - - which I started weeks (months??) ago.
I wore a hat, boots, jeans, and long-sleeves as protection from the aggressive hordes of roving insects.
I'm not winning any awards for neatness or beauty. I just figured the brown paint looks better than the white paint that I first put on.
As I began painting, I suddenly heard a massive, collective buzzing sound coming from under the porch. The more I painted, the louder and angrier the buzzing became.
I wasn't about to crawl under there to investigate, but my active imagination swarmed with wasps or bees.
If there's a nest or hive, I don't want to deal with it now. I'll wait until winter.
Perhaps it was only a chorus of friendly
bugs.
Perhaps.
Within an hour the fog lifted, the sun appeared, and the intense humidity started biting.
Drenched in sweat, I crawled back into the house...got dizzy....felt very faint....
.....but managed to drink lots of water.
I'll finish the painting some other time. Like December.
My cat Scratch on the porch
couldn't care less what color the lattice is
I'm thinking - - with apprehension - that if anything happened to me here in the wilderness nobody would ever find me. Unless I managed to crawl out to the road.
And even then they'd probably run me over and ride by.
I no longer have a cell phone. I tried two new cell phones recently and neither one could pick up a signal out here.
Perhaps I'll have to resort to getting a more costly one - - - but I seldom use a cell phone, except to text.
Am I complaining?
Naw. I'm merely documenting my breathlessly amazing rural life.
A change of subject!
When I went shopping last week, I thought this "new" ginger ale orangeade sounded wonderfully refreshing.
When I tried it yesterday, my first thought was "This tastes like a household bathroom cleaner."
I couldn't discern any ginger ale. It wasn't exactly orange - but it did have an unnerving citrus "tinge".
My humble opinion:
Ginger ale and orange don't mix.
