A month and a half ago, a friend in Texas complained that it was in the 70s at 6:30am. Well, guess what? Yesterday it was 72 degrees here outdoors at 6:30am–and 82 in the kitchen! Hel-lo-o! This is supposed to be a cold climate. We don’t have air conditioning because it’s supposed to be a cold climate. And our only recourse to combat heat is to run the fans at night to draw cool air into the house, and there hasn’t been any cool air at night lately. By the time I was done cooking, the kitchen temp. had risen to 90, and all I had done was poach chicken! According to our records, taken from my max-min thermometer, since June 1st 35 days have had a high of 88 or warmer, and the last ten days have all been 90 degrees or higher. (All temperatures are in degrees Fahrenheit, by the way.)
I’m telling you, this ought not to be. It’s not fair! It’s false advertising! The unrelenting heat depresses me. I feel powerless against it, victimized. All projects requiring physical exertion have been postponed till it cools off, which, at this rate, might not be until fall. (Of course, autumn begins in mid-August around here–less than a month away.) While I concede that my ambition to get every flower bed weeded this summer was a tad delusional, I was hoping to make more progress than I have. I did weed the peony bed on the one day that it stayed in the 70s one morning last week; that was very satisfying. And I do thank God for the rain. We have gotten 2″ so far this month. Our monthly average is 3.5″, so we will probably be a bit short–but it could be much worse, given this heat. So I should stop complaining, right? Because it could always be worse. And tomorrow, it just might be.