Someone Has to Say It

It might as well be me...

So-- is it hot enough for you?

So glad we got that out of the way. Because, yes, it IS hot enough for me—too hot. Anything over 100 and I wilt. And whine. And lay around with a cold washcloth across my forehead.

How hot was it? I don’t mean temperature wise—I mean in things observed. Did you fry any eggs on any sidewalks? Melt any shoes to the pavement? 

Some observations I made this week:

It was so hot the leaves on my alder tree curdled.

It was so hot some of my more delicate plants had to live under umbrellas. 

It was so hot my AC struggled to keep up; don’t even get me started on my poor, over-worked ice maker. 

 

Yes. Flip Flops.
Because that's how I roll.

Over the weekend—in an effort to stay cool-- we drove over Skate Creek to Mt Rainier. 20 miles out of Packwood saw a 20 degree drop in temperature—and it was still 80 degrees! The Nisqually River was rocking and rolling; not only was the water glacier-melt Gray—it was glacier-melt Taupe, on its way to glacier-melt Chocolate Milk. On a side note, I really think I missed my calling as a person who names paint colors.

Nisqually River Taupe
Picture courtesy of Mt Rainier National Park

The Pacific Northwest is not accustomed to 100* plus heat. I hope you all are finding ways to survive the heat. Sooner or later, Arizona will realize their weather is missing and come get it. In the interim, STAY HYDRATED.