That's what I saw on the dashboard after my hearing check-up. That's a lot of 1's adding up to a lot of degrees. One hundred and eleven of them. It was too hot to sit there and take a picture.
One hundred and eleven degrees to walk through. One hundred and eleven degrees heating up the inside of my car, despite the sun shield.
Plants require supplemental watering in the afternoon. So do humans. I'm carting around the extra large Camelback water bottle, and refilling it more than once.
Our pool deck is usually cool to the touch. This morning, it was hot enough to make me dance as I was skimming the surface. The water bugs were paddling happily until they weren't and but I left most of the leaves on the bottom. Close enough for government work, as a favorite instructor assured me.
The sun is out, the clouds are high and fluffy and few and far between. It looks beautiful, but no one sits outside. Restaurant ads brag about patio misters, but the air conditioned indoor seating is always full.
Taos Bubbe and I are considering walking around 4th Avenue this week; she wondered if it's going to be this hot until Friday. Honestly, I'm afraid to look at the forecast.
A couple of decades ago a very good friend spent most of her summer in Phoenix, taking care of her then 6 year old granddaughter while her son worked and her daughter-in-law was in detox. She told me she had to take the dog for a walk at 6 in the morning, run all errands before 9, and stay inside the rest of the day. Even harsher than our summer life here in Fresno.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds about right. Although Big Cuter took a summer math class at Fresno State in the 1990's and it was 107... they cooked an egg on the sidewalk.
Deletea/b
That's hot! And I shut down here when it reaches 80, which it will again today.
ReplyDeleteI'd so much rather be hot than cold. Cold hurts. Hot just enervates... and it's summer so that's no problem :-)
ReplyDeletea/b