The moment feels as if I am reliving the heat found in ‘The Cat on the Hot Tin Roof.’
I walked outside to check the skunk trap this morning only to find nothing changed, but the weather was such that although it was just about seventy degrees, it felt as if there was absolutely no escaping more than one shower in this day.
The haze is present and there is little wind.
Is this really September? Is the world crashing down upon us? Poor Mexico is reeling from a nasty earthquake, Maria the hurricane has devastated Puerto Rico, and there are more tropical storms waiting to attack.
The older of the two grandchildren with us has a cold and is cranky; we are just plain cranky from the humidity that makes you feel like peeling your skin off.
There is no air movement and the rest of the week is high eighties and nineties. Once again I put it out there, “Global Warming?”
As a perfect way to spend the ‘swelter,’ we accompanied our little charges to the Deerfield Spraygarden. We didn’t even realize that it was open. It is directly adjacent to the pool, which has already been closed for some time. Somehow, it seems so wrong that we have this intense heat, approaching the 90s and with heavy humidity, and to not be able to go in the pool.
We had a great time, even saw our other grandkids, who came with their mom, and then brought the kids home for a quick lunch before a nap.
We made the best of the heat.