You know, the kind of weather where you are afraid to get in your car, where your hands get blistered from touching the steering wheel, where you feel that bead of sweat on your neck that won't go away 'til November, where the sun is so strong you have to squint your eyes even with sunglasses on, where your children and husband (wimps, every last one of 'em) beg for blessed relief.
I just hope the woman who created air-conditioning won some kind of Nobel Prize.
Tomorrow the mercury is going to hit 40 degrees Celsius. I'm to hot to figure out how much that is in the American language, but trust me we're baking over here.
Ahh, summertime.
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Two things. My husband and I were shopping, and I showed him the poyke pot I want for the summer. You know... lovely cast iron thing with three little legs you stick into the ground, with a small fire all around, and fill with meat and vegetables and so on... He reached for the lid. But "be-careful-it's-hot" takes too long. I should have said, "NO!" followed by the gentler instructions. Ah, well. The husband and cast iron at 30+ Celsius have met, and are one.
The second thing: a very cool poem I learned, to help you remember Celsius:
"Thirty's hot,
Twenty's nice,
Ten is cold,
Zero's ice."
If you remember that poem, and that 37 is normal human
body temperature, and 100 is boiling... you have all you really need to operate in the metric world regarding temperature.
This is not summer weather. This is a hamsin. We can still expect some beautiful spring days after it breaks.
Love the graphic!
When I lived in Israel, I flew back to the states for July and August. I couldn't take the heat. Israeli heat can make your brain bubble.
(My ex-husband used to carry a bottle of water around with him and dump it on my son's head whenever he got too hot. I know he meant well, but he almost drowned the poor kid a few times.)
I hope that the hamsin passes quickly and you get some blessed relief.
Ruti,
Thanks, I'll have to remember that.
Mom,
You think?
SR,
I don't know the weather in July and August isn't exactly refreshing. But I guess that over here it's what you would call "relentless".
No humidity in the mountains here. It's like living in a clothes dryer.
Here the weather has been dismal for the past few weeks so a little heat would be welcome. I agree however that it can also get unbearable.
muse - It's like living in a clothes dryer.[space]
Now that's a great description if I've ever heard one!!!!!
Mark
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