Ho. Lee. Crap. On. Toast. It’s hot. I mean hot to the point where you’d swear your skin is literally melting off your body. The sun is down and it’s after midnight, but it’s still hot. The windows are open and the fans are going, but it’s still hot. We just can’t seem to cool down. We were under thunderstorm watches earlier in the afternoon, and we were hopeful that we might finally get a break. And we did see some big weather starting to come in. Big, dark gray thunderheads were building up in the west and pushing to the northeast. But, as usual, they all disappeared in what seemed like the blink of an eye and left us with no relief. The heat remains.
Water in the reservoirs is down due to the heat wave. Fires are burning out of control in British Columbia and covering much of the province in heavy smoke. The lawns of many homes are brown and either dead or dying, and weeds are are taking over, thriving in the death of the less hardy grass. The city is asking people to restrict water use to off-peak hours and to avoid watering lawns during the day. Of course, it won’t be long before the request becomes an order, because people just don’t seem to listen unless there are fines involved.
Forecasters are paid to lie to us and give us hope for relief during intense summer heat waves or winter cold snaps that seem to have no end in sight. Currently, they’re telling us there’s a 30% chance of thundershowers today. No one actually believes the forecast – we all know it probably won’t actually happen – but at least we have hope that it might. People need hope in situations like this; the alternative is just too awful to think about.
Wow. I talked a lot. Time to go.
I can’t sleep. I’m exhausted, but I just can’t get to sleep. I’ve laid in bed for two hours, and vague images float past my mind’s eye like half-dreams that make sense in the dream world but make no sense at all in the waking world.
::sigh:: Just….. ::sigh::
All I can say is, As often (or, I should say, as infrequently) as I write here, it’s a good thing I’m not running an online newsletter.
I don’t write here often because I’ve learned to be careful about what I say on formats like this. After all, this is the internet, and this is a public blog; anyone can see it. So, unless I want to stir some pots (I don’t), when big things are happening in my life, silence is the wiser choice.
That said, I got a call yesterday from an old friend I haven’t heard from in several years. I wasn’t home at the time he called, but what a treat it was to hear from him. I didn’t have a chance to return his call yesterday, so I’m going to call him back today. I’d love to sit down with him and his wife over coffee, but since we live a day’s travel away from each other, an in-person visit is out. So, we’re going to do it over the phone. It’s going to be great to catch up with them.
The wind is howling. It’s been howling since about 7 o’clock last night. It was so bad at one point that we expected to see several trees uprooted and lying on the ground. Our house was shook more than once, and we worried that our trees would end up tearing off sections of the roof or smashing through the windows. Fire and police departments were kept on their toes during the worst part of it; the sirens were so constant and so loud that R and I could hardly talk to each other without raising our voices – and we were inside. I can only imagine how much damage there is in our neighborhood; there are a lot of old poplars lining our streets.
Yesterday was blistering hot. So hot, in fact, that we had to keep the animals inside. Five minutes outside to do their business, and when they came back in, they were panting hard and hot to the touch. Today is supposed to be cooler, though, so if the wind eases up, we’ll get them outside so they can play in the pool and run around the yard, and just generally blow off some steam.
That’s all I have to say for now. I’ll be back… eventually…