It might have been the moistest hottest day in Memphis yet. I wrote that sentence yesterday and I am glad I didn’t publish it until today because today might have been the hottest moistest day ever. This blog is about accuracy and this week is about a heatwave of tsunamic sweat proportions.
Last night I saw a (hilarious) comedy show in a bar with no air conditioning and that wasn’t even the funny part. I believe it is too hot for air conditioning to work anywhere there are more than four people gathered. So far, MAC-Donalds (that’s how they say it here so don’t trip), the post office, and my office are proving me right.
I talked with people all day about the weather because it is so interesting how more of us aren’t dropping dead. One of my sweet senior citizen volunteers called me and when I asked her how she was handling the heat down there in the Delta she said “oooh Sara, I was out at my grandbaby’s school and it was so hot I got angry with myself – don’t you know I’m about to put myself in heaven!” Lord above I could listen to her read the numbers on a thermometer and be entertained for hours.
2 comments:
Um yeah, we moved into our third floor apartment in this weather. Apparently, yours is slightly worse (sorry!) as we are near the water but I am seriously rethinking my bangs and deodorant brand. Yesterday I threw myself into the ocean. Thank gawd for that!
You pose a very important question I have asked myself every day since moving south:
Bangs?
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