Summer Day
Well, I’m back at it. More music yesterday plus a doctor visit for an unexplained pain, which got explained and at least it’s nothing serious. The music was in a hot hall, and when I say hot, I mean hot as in oven hot. Not sure it’s a good idea on a day when the temperature reaches up around 102 to go inside a metal roofed building with zero insulation because even a breeze is simply moving hot air and when you add in people putting off their own heat, let’s just say it’s uncomfortable.
Anyway, here we are, and it was hot when I went outside to feed the cats this morning, which is not the sort of feeling you want to start your day, when you know the sun will shine again in all its glory. Of course, I do have my pool and I sat in it yesterday morning. But the trade off is sun exposure to pale skin, so I have to do it in tiny bites. I suppose that’s why I like going into the pool in the late afternoon when the neighbor’s big oaks are starting to take away some of the sun’s sting.
Luckily, I have no cause to go outside today, or tomorrow, or the next day, except of course for the pool. My nice stone house stays cool because there are porches all the way round and the house is laid out east to west. The roof has a ridge vent, too, and while the attic gets hot it almost bearable. But I don’t live in the attic. Lucky me. I wonder, however, what August will bring, maybe a hurricane, but I’ve seen nothing so far. It’s more likely that we’ll see the big storms in September when the Gulf of Mexico becomes a big bathtub full of hot water and the storms will blow in from off toward New Orleans.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale