Friday, July 22, 2016

Heat Wave

Gramma, 

Temps are in the triple digits again.  Our air conditioner dates back to the seventies.  I don't think we turned it on last year.  It is not energy efficient.  There is an inadequate floor drain that basically goes into the dirt under the cement floor.   I empty the runoff bucket every four hours, so the AC is off at night.  I can't imagine living in the south with this oppressive heat being a constant.  I am sure they feel the same about our unrelenting winters. 

The power went out last night.  Dave's breathing machine shut off.  Makes breathing difficult.  It was off for hours.  There are branches and sticks all of the yard and driveway.  The worst of it is that the electric gates won't let anyone in our out.  Going to work is problematic.  So, at the ass crack of dawn, I was out in my pajamas with tools in one hand and a flashlight in the other.  Mission accomplished.  Falling back to sleep, not so much. 

It was supposed to rain this morning.  It did not.  Liars.  Now I will have to water plants in the evening.  Everything looks wilted.  The pond is drying up.  Soon, I will be able to replace the missing dock supports without wearing waders.  Just standing outside right now is miserable.  I don't like being stuck inside.  At least there is a breeze for the animals.  The biting flies are less able to land.  It's days like this that I wish I had a friend with a pool lake.  The river's are too high and dangerous to go tubing. 

Meanwhile, I will bundle peacock feathers for the consignment store, catch up on mending, and steam Dave's shirts.  I counted twenty empty hangers.  I would rather be working on my outside sculptures.  The bigger than life peacock, witch, and flying monkey are ready to cement. 

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