Hot Fun in the SummertimePosted: May 16, 2009 Filed under: Family, Life | Tags: cool off, degrees, fun, hot, pool, summer, sweat 47 Comments
Summer has arrived.
Technically, it’s only May and summer doesn’t really arrive until June 21 this year, but where I live, summer is in full force.
It’s 102 degrees as I write.
Tommorrow, its supposed to be 106, and the forecast predicts 110 by Tuesday.
It’s only May.
On the plus side, the kids will live in the pool for the next four months. I may get some writing done.
I lived in Tucson for 3.5 years. I remember it being hot that early in the year. Thank goodness you have the pool.
I live in a tiny little house in a bad neighborhood, but at least I have a pool.
If I didn’t have to go to work, I’d never leave the back yard. School’s out in a week. The kids probably won’t leave the pool now until November.
What part of Hell do you reside in? 110? Jumpin’ frog legs! That’s ridiculous. How will you be able to stay out by the pool come August when it’s 312 degrees? Good luck with the writing.
Here, we call Hell “Arizona”. It’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live here.
It really isn’t even a nice place to visit unless you like dirt and cactus. The excuse for living around here is that it’s a “dry heat”. Screw that. Hot is hot.
By the time August rolls around, the pool feels like a giant bathtub. We just stay inside in the air conditioning since we’re paying about $20 a day to run the air anyway.
Claire’s mental note:
I’m so proud of myself for not telling Ramblin’ Rooster that the sidewalks here are hot enough to fry an egg.
I’ve just become grateful for sultry, humid Virginia summers. Actually, I’ve always been grateful for them, and love them, even though we do not have air conditioning in our home or our vehicles (don’t ask).
My husband’s friends at work give him a hard time because he “made me” have a baby at home in July with no AC. Of course, I also get mad props for having had that 9 lb. 6 oz. monster in said home.
I am so in awe of you. First, you don’t have A/C? I’m not a big fan of humidity either.
Second, a baby at home in July? And then said baby was 9 lbs, 6 oz? Good Lord. My biggest was 9lb. 1oz, and he got stuck. I had c-sections after that.
I’m going back to the pool now. Anyone have some spf 600 I can borrow?
You have summer? I’ve got winter. The furnace is still on and chugging like some fire breathing monster.
Your pool sounds nice. Me, I’ll cozy up to my space heater and hope tonight’s howling wind doesn’t knock out the power here — for the second time. We just had 20 minutes of blackness.
Where’d I put my parka?
I don’t even know if my furnace works. I don’t own a winter coat. I do own a spaceheater bought years ago when we had a cold spell. I have no idea where it is now.
I’ll trade you one day of summer here, pool and all, for one day of winter there!
Okay, that seems fair. But I also want a season to be named later. And two autumn drafts picks.
Yay! Sport’s metaphor. That means I can scratch myself.
Fine, but then I get to pick a season too.
And that isn’t fair, you were scratching yourself before you started commenting!
Have you been reading my diary?
I think it has something to do with the big dog head on the man’s body.
Scratching is to be expected. When you start licking yourself, I’m outta here.
Oh wait, This is MY blog. If you start licking yourself, I’m going to come to your blog and create havoc.
Damn, I already did that.
Ok, well.. Hmm If you start licking yourself, I’m going to smack you on the head with a rolled up paper!
“Cogito, ergo sum”
I lick myself because I can.
But don’t quote me on that.
I read your diary.
Bad! Bad Alan!
The second draft of my diary is better. Much more true to life. In it, I lose the whole licking myself story and instead introduce a young heroine from Italy named Francesca. Plus I lost the Romanian chef and my personal angst and instead add a running gag involving a jive talking lemur. Plus I edited 638,917 words. So it’s a bit tighter.
You edited out 638,917 words about licking yourself to make it tighter.
Plus I’ve now written it as a series of Petrarchan sonnets. You know, for fun.
Wow… You should just go back to licking yourself.
Did you really need permission to resume licking?
I mean. Maybe.
I mean… No. Of course not. But it’s good to know you’re cool with it.
Just please do it in the corner of the blog and not in the middle of the room where everyone can see you.
That seems like a reasonable request. I’ll consider honoring it.
On second thought, feel free to do anything you care to in the middle of the room. Just don’t be surprised if people take pictures.
I’d be offended if they didn’t.
I live in northern California and its been pretty hot the last few days, I am not ready for hot just yet. And I am certainly not licking anything…heat rash and all.
Ohhh Northern California…
If the tires on my car hadn’t melted I could’ve driven to California.
I hear there’s this wet stuff there and they have all kinds of names for it like rain, oceans, rivers…
Alan’s trading me a summer day for a winter day, and seasons to be named later. (Don’t tell him we only have summer here)
What are you willing to trade to send me some wet stuff?
Wow 26 comments and most of them are about Alan licking his nuts. From heat, to hell to nuts.
I love how people talk up sedona as soooo beautiful you want to move there. I went, saw a big red rock and said that is cool, when do we leave.
“26 comments and most of them are about Alan licking his nuts.”
Seems like a pretty fascinating subject to me.
*Whacking Alan with rolled up newspaper*
Yeah I’m pretty fascinated by the state of Alan’s nuts too
I thought he had a great mind, but maybe I’m missing the best part? Nah.. I’ll stick with his mind.
I’m with you. When do we leave? I’m ready. I’ve been here 16 years.
I tried to get Alan to stop, I whacked him with the paper.
He liked it.
I’m sure “hot fun” has taken on a whole new meaning for you, Claire. Although, the hotness of Alantru licking himself is somewhat debatable.
I can only guess, but his avatar is more cute than hot. In a snuffly, licky, furry kind of way. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. To each her own.
I’m standing right here, BKT.
I was hoping you were. 😉
Besides, even a dog in Doc’s is hot. A licky dog…wow. My stomach just did a flip flop.
Hey, is it Pun Tuesdays…? Or was it Pun Mondays.
Very kind of you to say!
The doggy head is adorable. Isn’t that why we tolerate the rest of him?
He came in here scratching and then it evolved to licking.
And I have no idea what the pile in the corner is.
It’s my shame.
I’ve read your blog, you have no shame.
Wow! The only place I’ve ever been that was that hot was Palm Spring. It was 110 with the sun going down. I’ve never been that hot in the dark before in my life. Well, except for prom night….
Hey! Thanks for coming by!
How about this? In July and August, we swim at night more than during the day because it’s too hot to swim when the sun’s out. At night, It’s still in the hundreds.
112 is nothing when there’s no humidity.
I grew up in Missouri and I was in New Orleans in August for my sister’s wedding. I don’t miss humidity at all, I’ll just stay in the air conditioning no matter where I am. Hot is hot!
a 110, holy cow that’s hot, it doesn’t get but around 95 where I’m from. Stay cool, just stay indoors or live in the pool too, either way be safe.