Much of the country is on a spit this week, turned slowly over the flames of July, Dante Style. Here are a few suggestions to weather the weather, whether or not you thought of it, whether or not you want to hear it. It's the weather. It ain't going away any time soon.
Move slowly between the hours of 11 and 2. Wear a sun hat and walk from one taxes-funded, air-conditioned place to another--we've already paid for it, n'est-ce pas? Hit up the library and read Calvin Tomkins, one of our best American writers, who covers tennis serenity as manifested in Roger Federer, in the June 28th issue of The New Yorker. Peruse the cookbook stacks and pick out a compendium of cold salads. Skip the tuna if you had it last week. We're looking for less mercury, not more, thank you.
Or, cool off at the expense of your least-favorite local corporation. Stroll the aisles of Rite-Aid and make an estoteric comparison, in your head, of the flavored water ice to the sherbert. Then go buy some, but from a local vendor you like, within walking distance. You don't have sherbert in walking distance? You need more help than I thought.
Clean your basement. It's cooler down there. Remember that broken light bulb you stalked away from, in disgust, in the mad dash to depart on the lake vacation? Time to sweep up the shards, wipe the mildew off the clothes washer, oil the hinges on the beer fridge.
Sweating is o.k., by the way. The Tour is on, once again, and you know how I feel about that. Later today, I'll get out there and log a few miles on the bike, temperature be damned, because life is short, and Lance is 38. He says it's his last Tour. No really!
Leave the car in drydock today. The progeny and I made it back and forth to a neighboring town yesterday twice, on our own power. Good times.
That's all I got, for now. What, I'm going to spend all of this glorious day at a computer screen? Feh!
Thanks for reading. What's that you say? Two words? Ice Coffee.
nice summary - i learned a bit about managing the heat from the Europeans. do all work in the morning. late breakfast signals the end of your workday - around noon. siesta until 2-3 pm. wake up, scratch. cold salad and leftovers for lunch - somewhere shady. take another nap, read, stare at the walls until sunset. venture out for dinner.
ReplyDeletethat said, i got in a 30 mile bike ride this morning before it hit 90 at 1:00 pm. otherwise? it wouldn't have happened...
I ventured out at 4pm and rode for about 45 minutes. 90s. But the shade had grown long over the only two semi-serious climbs. You're inspiring me to shoot for early morning tomorrow.
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