HAVING HOT, HOTTER, HOTTEST HEAT WAVE!
Mlle. Renee went out this morning to make first rounds of the grounds for the day and quickly returned in panting mode. “Bobby boobie, it’s as hot as the kitchen on baking day outside,” she exclaimed in dog attitude as she heading down to the basement where she flopped down on the cool concrete floor!
Yes, the Wicket City is having itself a record heat wave!
Today the old thermometer reached 108F today which is the hottest temp ever recorded for the month of June. And it looks like it will stay there for the next week or two! The weather wizards say it will take something like a tropical storm in the gulf to break the current weather cycle. And I don’t think anyone wants that. I blame it all on the Mayans and their calendar!
I walked outside to refill the water bowl I put out for the wild critters who visit the yard, and thought I was being grilled. The water was in such high demand I had to refill the bowl three times during the day. Now, I’ve seen squirrels visit often for a drink along with a multitude of feathered friends, but today a rabbit hopped up to the bowl for a long drink. And I even had to fill Renee’s bowl twice, and she wasn’t even outside that long.
But the AC is still working and hopefully I’ll have the funds to pay the bill without having to resort to selling my votes this November to the Koch Brothers.
Tonight for dinner I made my special spicy beans and weenies. (Bush’s Original Style Beans, chopped onion, celery, green pepper, sweet and spicy mustard, catsup, Worcestershire sauce, red wine, chili powder, garlic, allspice and shredded Mexican style cheese.) Naturally the only beverage to go with a meal like this is an ice-cold bottle of beer! And I have leftovers for two more dinners … the B&W, not the beer.
With the excessive hot stuck in place for a couple of weeks and the minimum of rain for the past two months, many local communities have decided to cancel planned fireworks displays for the Fourth. I really hope individuals will have the sense to do the same around their homes. With all the drought and wildfires plaguing the country, this would be and ideal year for virtual fireworks displays.
And a few minutes ago I went outside to let Mlle. Renee make her final rounds before bed … and I noticed that the June Moon looked rather hot, too!
Say good night, Renee!
Posted on June 29, 2012, in MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING! and tagged 108 and up, heat wave, ice cold beer, June Moon, Mlle. Renee, spicy beans and weenies, the Mayans. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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I really hope nobody starts any fires with fireworks. My family in Utah, where they’re banned because of fires, says they’ve already started. People just don’t listen, do they?
Fireworks are illegal in both the city and the county of Saint Louis. That covers both the sale and use with fines up to $1000 for each cited offense. This means the firework sellers set up their stands in rural areas where the sale and use of fireworks is a god-given right. I have a god-given right to have the local police station on speed dial. Mlle. Renee does not like fireworks
and especially the little pyromaniac who threw a firecracker at her in the yard last week.