It is hot here. It is 4:30 in the morning and the air has not cooled off yet. It is 85 degrees in the living room. The air out on the porch is a little cooler but not much.
This is New England, not southern Texas. Southern Texas is the only place that I can remember being this hot and humid. At least Texas had cheese, beef, and onion enchiladas and lots of shrimp.
I am looking forward to the Winter. I find the cold weather easier to deal with than the heat. Put on your long johns, put on a sweater, get out the down filled parka, and everything is fine. Winter is the time of beef stew and apple pie and roasted meats and mashed potatoes and biscuits and lots of gravy.
This heat is the time of iced water and cold chicken. Blaaaah! I recently read an article that stated that the maple trees are slowly moving North towards Canada. Trees supposedly don't have a brain. They may not have a brain but they appear to have common sense. I hope that they are able to find the Entwives.
We still have August to endure. Then will come the blessed days of Fall and then the glory of Winter.
I am told that this weather is the result of El Nina. I would wager that she likes Southern Texas. I think that right now she is chomping on cheese, beef, and onion enchiladas and tossing down an ice-cold Lone Star.
Who would have thought that Al Gore would be the twentieth century's only Prophet?
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Wish I could send you a great big air conditioning unit(although these make it harder to go outside, and lead to long afternoons watching multiple dvr'ed Harry Potter movies, which is what went on here today, rather than mowing the lawn, which I could braid into cornrows at this point). Glad to see you posting again, I've missed reading your blog.
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