It is 113° F in LA today – Pasadena is always hotter than LA. I don’t even want to know.
All I can think of this…
“Hey, can you tell me what’s your name? “My name is Roosevelt E. Roosevelt.” Roosevelt, what town are you stationed in? “I’m stationed in Poontang.” Well, thank you, Roosevelt. What’s the weather like out there? “It’s hot! Damn hot! Real hot! Hottest things is my shorts. I could cook things in it. A little crotch pot cooking.” Well, tell me what it feels like. “Fool, it’s hot! I told you again! Were you born on the sun? It’s damn hot! It’s so damn hot, I saw little guys, their orange robes burst into flames. It’s that hot! Do you know what I’m talking about?” What do you think it’s going to be like tonight? “It’s gonna be hot and wet! That’s nice if you’re with a lady, but ain’t no good if you’re in the jungle!” Thank you, Roosevelt.”
C’mon…guess the movie!
Who is it that everybody listens to but nobody believes?
You can read about this crazy late summer heat wave here, and here, and here. I’m not even exaggerating. It is really hot…like an oven. Here’s to popsicles and ice cream, and air conditioning, and fabric seats in the car, and fans, and swimming pools and dark rooms, cool washcloths. For all of you out there who might be just a touch sad that summer’s over…yeah, I don’t feel bad for you at all. It’s 113°! That is too hot. I don’t even have words for how hot it is.
There are rules that apply to swimming. Most of them are in reference to avoiding swimming after consuming a large meal. One rule mainly applies to adults…because adults wear watches. Actually…perhaps this rule only applies to adults of a certain generation…as I don’t think kids wear watches these days…they’ve got cell phones. (I think I just used the phrase “kids these days…” YIKES!) The rule I speak about is…don’t wear your watch in the pool. I broke the rule. I wore my watch in the pool. I broke my watch.
Actually, at first, I thought I was in the clear. I had only worn my watch in the pool for no more than 10 minutes and my arm wasn’t underwater that whole time. I removed my watch…and later found it to still be ticking…although the face contained some condensation. Then it stopped working. Then it worked again. Finally, as I refused to let this watch die…I brought out the big guns.
I did this.
I put my watch in a bowl of rice. No…I’m not looney…this works I swear! I think I’ve even seen this mentioned on tech blogs to help phones that took a drink or keyboards that enjoyed a cup of coffee. The rice helps to dry out the watch. And it worked…until it didn’t. Let me explain…it did help dry out the watch…but it couldn’t stop the battery from having issues of its own. The watch is still alive and kickin’ after taking it to a jewelry shop and having them take it apart, replace gaskets that looked like a tire blowout on the freeway and generally give it a tune-up.
Welcome back to my wrist…watch!
How can you resist this? I spot at least 1 foot with 5 toes that I would like to nibble and cheeks that are already perfect kissing, nuzzling and smooshing.
Clearly, big sister Avery is very excited!
Welcome to the world…and Congratulations to Kate, Ciaran and big sister Avery!
I don’t have many details yet…but there is a lot of hair…and I definitely spotted a chubby arm. She was born yesterday in Manhattan mid-morning…Ciaran and Kate are all doing well. I’m dying for more details. They are going to call her Ellie!
I’ve got a lot of photos from this summer and I was looking back through them to *begin* to get them organized and get up some posts, when I came across this one.
There was a lone grasshopper on a screen…and I just happened to have my macro lens on…and snapped a few. Once I took a look at the uploaded photo on my computer…I could not believe the colors. It looks as though there was a secret black light shining on this cricket. I did add a little vignette, but that’s all…I swear!