Today, I feel trapped. The weather advisory says our local temperature will hit 105 degrees, a record for today. And, we should stay inside out of the heat. Yesterday, Mary, our neighbor who works at the local supermarket, said she thought this was the worst summer ever, and she’s lived here all her life. Mary is in her 50s.
One of the problems with getting an accurate long time measure of heat or cold locally, is that the weather station moved from Georgetown to the National Airport in the early part of WWII. Thus, we don’t have a very long record for our local weather site along the Potomac. (The tarmac temperatures are much warmer than those on the wooded slopes of the Georgetown ridge.)
We live close to the airport and can hear the engines revving most days, but we have slightly cooler temperatures in our tree-shaded back yard. Trees make the difference.
However, trees are a problem if a wind storm hits us and the local power company, Dominion of Virginia, has been cutting tree branches the past few days because some weather people think we might experience a bad storm again.
I read David the riot act yesterday. He has been bragging the “heat does not bother me” and I proved to him he has been acting irrationally and it is either senescence or the heat. He chose the heat. Whew! That took some persuading.
I hope it worked. He could be playing possum, but at the moment he is sitting in his easy chair watching the tennis match. Either that or the weather channel. He keeps hoping if he looks at the weather news long enough the forecast will change. We call this the triumph of hope over experience.
I think Gigi might be right. I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and the skin on my neck looks like its sagging. Of course my observation could be the result of the power of suggestion….darn Gigi.
My dieting has been going well. For one thing all the food in the freezer spoiled, so the toffee bars died. I didn’t like them anyway, but they can tempt me when there is not much else to eat in the house.
Not many foods tempt me, the upside of the heat is appetite loss. Besides which, I am not now, and have never been a big eater. Sweets and dairy are my downfall. I dislike most vegetables, and eat little meat. What I do most days is drink about 6 cups of milk. I love milk and cheese.
Melba toast topped with goat cheese and tomato jam (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Lately I have cut my cheese consumption. I took a class with a nutritionist at our local hospital and she handed out a schemata showing the caloric levels of cheeses. No more brie on toasted slices of brioche for me, these days its slices of Laughing Cow gouda or goat cheese on Melba toast. And, she said do not melt the cheese. Heating cheese creates the dreaded trans fats. At least I think that’s what she said. Ditto butter and margarine. The harder the margarine, the worse the trans fats. Or something like that. So, if I make Aunt Marge’s Sugar cookies, I use canola oil.
Don’t listen to anything I say. I know nothing. And like Nora Ephron, I Remember Nothing. I hope I am never a witness to anything important. Trapped in my house, I am unlikely to see anything, anyway.
(Below – Happier times. The Great Snow Storm of 2010)