Hello, my hot muffins.
How are you? I think we set
another record for heat today. Oh boy.
These are not the kind of records we should be setting. How about setting a record for the most
temperate days in a row? Or a record for
the most perfect rainfall for a summer?
There are all kinds of records, but we should seek to set only positive
ones. I really do not want to know how
hot it can get. Anything above 90 is hot
to me. Throw in heavy humidity and even
the 80’s get uncomfortable. Let us all
set our minds on one task: better weather.
Repeat after me, “better weather, better weather, better weather,” and
so on until the weather gets better.
Visualize it, seek it, own it.
Together we can do anything.
We had an electrical problem at the house today, one of the
hottest days of the year. In his room,
Junior had everything electrical plugged in: window air conditioner, TV,
stereo, two computers, etc. Then he
plugged in the amp for his guitar. It played for awhile, but then Junior
smelled smoke, and it wasn’t from his finger picking. Unbeknownst to us, Junior had long ago grown
tired of blowing and replacing the fuses for his bedroom. (It’s an old house.)
Junior decided to put a nickel in the socket the last time he replaced a
fuse. That “took care” of the fuses
blowing. So the juice kept flowing and
flowing to Junior’s room until some wiring ignited near the electrical
box. That took out power to the entire
house. Junior quickly found the source
of the smoke and put out the fire with an extinguisher rated for electrical
fires. Junior remembered that you never
put water on an electrical fire. I’m so
proud of him, but I am so ticked off at him for almost burning the house down.
We (Señor Zanza, Junior, and I) are temporarily staying with
the Señor’s mother and sister, Momma Zanza and Lady Zanza, respectively. It is very gracious of them to put us
up. Hopefully our house can be repaired
within a couple of days. I know that
Momma and Lady Zanza don’t read my blog, because they told me they never heard
of it. To be blunt, I hate it here. Three strong-willed women in a small house
does not work. I don’t know how they do
it with two, but that is a mother/child thing.
If they don’t have the house fixed soon, we’re gong to a hotel. Thus spake Madame Zoltar!
As usual in the summer in Racine,
the area is bustling with events and activities. The big one at the moment is Salmon-A-Rama, http://www.salmon-a-rama.com/ I know there is a flow, a gush, of other
events. Check all the online Racine
news sources to discover everything that is happening. Ask friends and neighbors, too, what’s going
on and what they recommend. Sometimes
you will find the perfect event for you.
As a public service, here is a video entitled “The Dangers
of Hot Weather.”
Thank you, all my hot toddies, for visiting with me
today. We’re supposed to be cooler than
the last few days, but then more heat is on the way, or so “they” say. I appreciate you stopping by to read my
blog. Take a break, sit down, and drink
some lemonade as you read.
When will Quill the Eskimo get here? Find out: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.
Please take care of yourselves in the heat. As we get older, out bodies cannot tolerate
as much stress as they used to. Take it
easy. Drink plenty of fluids. (Beer
doesn’t count.) Set up the sprinkler and run through it. It does wonders. Diaskeuasis!
6 comments:
I think we got the record for most cold rainy days in a row.. Mme. Z, isnt there a way to exchange weather a bit. I know that you and Mother Nature have not always been on the best of terms but can't we make a deal? I would gladly share a bit of our cooler temps and rain in exchange for a bit of your warmth and dry days. Maybe you could talk to her about it?
I am glad you are safe and sound Madame.
Yes, madame. Glad you have found a *somewhat* safe haven until repairs are complete.
If you have a moment, can you postulate and ponder (P&P) as to the habituation of our friend, jed? He is missing again. hmmm.
Not to worry, madame. Just found him on the open blog! :)
that's some scary shit there madame.
I'm glad you're all safe, Mme. Z. Junior should be punished. Slap him firmly on the wrist while saying, "No, no, no!"
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