Sunday, August 14, 2011
There have been a few actual rains, but not nearly enough. Luckily, I firmly believe in letting my grass grow and when I cut it, I do so on the highest setting. Unlike my neighbors, I haven't had to water my lawn but once this summer and it still looks nice and green. The guy next door mows his to the height of a putting green and could probably retire on the amount of money he spends on his water bill in a month.
Even though this past week hasn't been the worst in terms of heat, I think the wearing down aspect of so much heat finally got to me. The final straw seems to have been the garage sale my friend Suzanne had yesterday.
I loaded up my car the night before and arrived a little after 6am. Stepping out of my car with its pleasant fan blowing cooled air in my always-hot face was like being slapped with a hot towel. Suzanne and her folks were already at it, so I set up my stuff, parked my car and people started trickling in right at 7am.
The heat only got worse. By 9:30am, we were taking turns sitting under the fan on her front porch and drinking tall glasses of ice water. The sun beat down on the driveway full of stuff for sale and only the hardiest of garage sale fanatics braved the heat and humidity looking for deals. None of us fared as well as we'd hoped in making some money, but it wasn't because we didn't have the goods. Mother Nature was working against us.
I reloaded my car and rather than unload it at home, I went in the house and sat in the AC in front of a fan and drank lots more ice water. Finally, when I could move again, I got in the pool - only to have to get out again almost immediately because of lightning in the area. No rain, just lots of lightning and thunder. I didn't get to cool my core, but I did cool off the surface at least.
Sunday has been unproductive. I got up and got to church, but ever since I got home, I've felt spectacularly lazy. A movie and some crochet. Darling Man made dinner (terriyaki redfish, brown rice and broccoli) and I wrote this. The sum of my Sunday. Recovering from Saturday.
Really though, isn't that what Sunday is for?