Saturday, August 27, 2011

Weather woes...

Texas. Is. Hot.

I mean, it is just ridiculously hot right now. I saw 109 on some thermometer today, which I believe is the highest temperature I've seen all week. (It is NOT, however, the highest I've ever seen here -- I remember one year where we hit 113, more than once in a summer...) Usually I'd spend a day like this holed up in an air conditioned building... and while we did spend a good part of the day at Rick's parents' house, for some reason it was decided that today was a good day to figure out how to use the new riding lawnmower in the garage. After about fifteen minutes in that garage, trying to help Rick and one of his sisters get the battery hooked up (which involved searching the house for wrenches), I retreated to the living room couch to cool off. I'm not usually one to absolutely HATE the heat, but I seriously felt like I might just dissolve into a mushy puddle on the driveway if I stayed out too long...

And meanwhile, friends and family in the northeast are contending with hurricane Irene (which will no doubt pour copious amounts of rain on a part of the country that COULD spare some rain for the parched south -- if everyone up there would just set out rain barrels and then ship them down here, it would be much appreciated). Our friend Eric (not to be confused with Eric my Chicago pet-sitter/second-favorite brother) apparently told my dad that hurricane Irene is so bad that it should be renamed hurricane Lisa. Heeeeeeeyyyyy -- I'm nice! I'm nice, and I'm quiet -- I can sneak up on people and they don't even realize I've arrived... you can't say THAT about Irene. I've never flooded anyone's basement, I won't turn off your power, and I don't chop down trees... In fact, I'm pretty sure Eric has downed a few trees in Montana, making him more like a hurricane than I have ever been...

But I do hope all of you up there in Irene's (NOT Lisa's) path will be safe and will avoid any major damage of any kind. (And IF you can figure out a way to ship all that water down here, please do so...)

Tomorrow we head back to the relative coolness of Chicago, and, possibly, to a condo with two angry cats who have sold most of our stuff on the internet. But like I told my brother -- it's hard to be mad at them when they're obviously so ingenious and intelligent. :) See you all back in Chicago... 

2 comments:

G said...

At least you were able to work on your tan, eh? :D

Lisa said...

Yes! Although for me, "tan" just means I've taken the edge off my whiteness... I've gone from blindingly white to slightly less blindingly white. But if I'd been here a few more weeks, I DEFINITELY could've made it to beige... :)