I'm Melting…

I’m pretty sure that you didn’t read that title correctly. Please go back and read it again, being sure to add in at least as much drama, anguish and despair as the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz did.  Don’t worry, I’ll wait…

It’s true, I really am melting.  You should see the clear fluid drip off every inch of me.  (funny, I always thought that I would drip in flesh color.  Hmmm…) Seattle is experiencing a record-breaking heatwave.  I’m pretty sure that this is a direct result of the Weather Trolls. 

If you live pretty much anywhere else, temperatures soaring into the 90’s might not be that big of a deal.  Just stay inside with the air-conditioner and all will be well.  The only problem with that strategy is that very few people in this area have air conditioning.  In fact, I can’t think of anyone that has it.  There simply isn’t a need for it. 

There have been only eighteen days in the last ten years that the temperature has hit ninety degrees.  I don’t know how hot it really is, it depends on who you listen to.  All I know is that it is 88 degrees inside my house and significantly hotter outside. 

I hate being hot,  I always have, even as a kid.  It makes me so irritable and grumpy that I’m really not pleasant to be around.  (I’m sure Shaun and the girls would willingly vouch for that.)  I’ve done all I can to keep cool.  All of the shades are drawn, I have the blankets (that I definitely don’t want our beds) draped over all the windows on the hottest side of the house.  I have a huge fan  (that I wrestled away from a little old lady at the hardware store…it’s true…I have no shame) pointed directly at me. 

Yet still, I suffer. 

Shaun, in his thoughtful way, calls home from his air-conditioned office every once in a while to make fun of me  make sure I’m still alive.  The heat has sapped my energy so much that I can’t even get mad at him.  I just listlessly remind him that I am never going to move with him to the deserts of New Mexico where he grew up. 

Not that I’ll survive another day of this.  If you never hear from me again, rest assured that I simply melted away.  Then my puddle will have evaporated…


Bit O Life

A limp and grumpy Mimi assembling the fan.

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