Reading my blogroll, the way everyone complains of the heat, I swear you’d think they were all just about to melt and run in a puddle of ghi exactly like Little Black Sambo’s tigers.
People, it’s summer. Summer is hot. This is normal. This is how we live—in Texas it is, anyhow. It’s been this way all my life, it was like this before I was born, it’ll be like this after I’m dead. Hundred-plus degree days? Anything from two to six weeks’ worth, every summer, guaranteed. If you’re lucky there’ll be a few thunderstorms here and there. If not—well then, you bake. In the bad years, everything bakes to a crisp. In the really bad years, you get the great Fifties Drought, when everything dried up and blew away.
There’s nothing to be done except to wait it out. Eventually the arctic air starts pushing down from Canada again, and the back of the heat’s broken for another year.
17 Responses to Yeah, so it’s hot