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The summer of deathly heats, 2011
Jul. 24th, 2011 05:30 pmAll I do is complain about the weather. I haven't felt this beaten down by the heat since the year my parents decided to go on a vacation without their children and left us in the care of our grandparents. The garbage disposal broke, and the air conditioner broke. I remember spending the afternoon in my bedroom with the windows open, ceiling fan turning overhead and a box fan beside me. I had a waterbed when I was a kid and I stripped the sheets off because it was cooler to lay on that strange quivering lump than to do anything else. Sometimes I miss my bedroom and those years and that weird waterbed.
The only upside to this terrible summer is that it will probably be somewhat easier to replant the yards with whatever native grasses I can get this fall. (Assuming that this summer ever ends or that it might rain again one day.) The grass is past the dormant stage. It's dead and shattered.
The lake gets lower and lower, and the water running through the city is full of more and more minerals. I broke down and bought some cleaning supplies to deal with the lime and rust stains I find in the bathroom. Every day I give thanks that we bought a house that had such useful energy efficient work done to it and that our air conditioner works. I try to find ways to conserve water and power in all other things to justify that being on all the time.
Yesterday we celebrated My Family Can Eat a Bag of Dicks day. (Which is technically the 21st, but it is always easier to have a party on a Saturday.) Started by some friends with some really jerky family issues, this holiday celebrates our freedom from horrible relatives and the blessing of good ones. It involves getting intoxicated, composing a scathing one line letter to the offending party and being merry. It's a fairly new holiday, so all the traditions are getting worked out as it grows. Yesterday we celebrated with fajitas, a giant Rice Krispie dick, some brownies, guacamole and sweet alcoholic punch. I wanted to stay in the pool forever. Gravity is such a pain.
The only upside to this terrible summer is that it will probably be somewhat easier to replant the yards with whatever native grasses I can get this fall. (Assuming that this summer ever ends or that it might rain again one day.) The grass is past the dormant stage. It's dead and shattered.
The lake gets lower and lower, and the water running through the city is full of more and more minerals. I broke down and bought some cleaning supplies to deal with the lime and rust stains I find in the bathroom. Every day I give thanks that we bought a house that had such useful energy efficient work done to it and that our air conditioner works. I try to find ways to conserve water and power in all other things to justify that being on all the time.
Yesterday we celebrated My Family Can Eat a Bag of Dicks day. (Which is technically the 21st, but it is always easier to have a party on a Saturday.) Started by some friends with some really jerky family issues, this holiday celebrates our freedom from horrible relatives and the blessing of good ones. It involves getting intoxicated, composing a scathing one line letter to the offending party and being merry. It's a fairly new holiday, so all the traditions are getting worked out as it grows. Yesterday we celebrated with fajitas, a giant Rice Krispie dick, some brownies, guacamole and sweet alcoholic punch. I wanted to stay in the pool forever. Gravity is such a pain.