five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Fry an egg hot. Hair dryer set on "high" blowing in your eyes hot. Melt into a puddle on the sidewalk hot.
The high recorded at the Eugene Airport was 103° (F), but the airport is halfway out into the country and has no bearing on the reality of downtown temperatures. Likely it was closer to 107-109°. Former Arizona residents of my acquaintance remarked at the awesome similarity. It was miserable.
Dinner being cooked in my kitchen in a home that is not air-conditioned was simply not going to happen, so we went out to Jamie's Great Burgers for, well, burgers. Going to sleep with the fan on felt rather like going to sleep with a parabolic heater running. I had to resort to soaking a towel in cold water, wringing it out, plastering it to my sleepy self. When I woke this morning, the towel was as dry as a bone.
It's supposed to only (ha) be 95° today. I've noticed that the radio news reports keep eking that high up by a degree or two, almost like the listening public will shoot the messenger if it sounds like it might be as awful as it was yesterday. Hanging on til Friday, when supposedly we'll be back down to a more normal 78°.
And I don't want to hear, "Sheesh, that's normal for here all summer long, ya wuss" -- I don't live in those sorts of places for a VERY good reason.
Bleah.
is
this just not enough…?
