The big news is old news. It’s still hot here, good weather for peeping toms since no blankets, sheets, or even clothes are wanted at night. Those of us with no air conditioning sprawl in front of windows with no breezes or fight with the dog over the best spots in front of a fan. Me, I like Ice Packs — those blue gel things one uses for sprained ankles. Put one directly on top of my head–blissful coolness for a few minutes. Today the projection is hot humid weather, perhaps a few sprinkles in the evening–just enough to make everything even more humid (is that possible), and then back to normal.
The cats seem to cope best with this heat. Sophia thinks of me as her personal cooling pad. Sneak onto human when she is sleeping–AHHHH, nice cool skin to roll up against. I wake up sweating. Charlie monitors my macrame project. Perhaps it is the strings underneath that give airflow, making him feel cooler. And just for the record, while it doesn’t look like I am making much progress, I am. Big changes happen this weekend when I pull the project off the board and put it into a frame.
And finally there is Elly. She hates the heat. Really, really hates it. She flops wherever there might be an illusion of cold–the dirt, the garage floor, the spot right in front of the fan. Last week, Bob took her to the dog beach in Del Mar and even that was hotter than home. She did like the water, it was cool and as usual drank too much salt water and make herself sick. One place she does like is Oceanside Ale Works. Nice air-conditioned room with wonderfully cold concrete floors. We will have to go back there, Ale makes it much easier to accept the heat.