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20 July 2006
It's of no comfort that everybody is suffering from the heat this week or that the weather map for most of the country is completely red. It may be that misery loves company, but I'm a selfish bitch. I'm just grumbling because I'm living in heat.
Actually, until Tuesday it really wasn't too much problem, since I just didn't leave the house and our house stays fairly comfortable, what with 2 stories, fans, and a/c set at 80°. But that all changed on Tuesday. Long before we realized that we were going to be in the middle of a heat wave this week, my friend Jeri (our Jeri's godmother) and I made plans to meet for lunch in Old Sacramento.
Coincidentally, this was also the same day that I was reviewing Aida (the Elton John/Tim Rice version) in Sacramento, which meant two trips to Sacramento (which is perennially two degrees hotter than Davis) in the same day. I also had errands I had been putting off running, so I decided that if I had to be hot anyway, I might as well get everything done on the same day.
I took an early shower and overdosed on deodorant, hoping that super strength would be sufficient. I filled my new Giants insulated cup with ice and ice water and I headed out into the heat.
I decided to use the drive-through ATM machine, so I wouldn't have to get out of the car, but Office Max has no drive-through option and so I did have to leave the air conditioned car to pick up some CD cases and jewel box labels (going through all those VHS tapes uses up CD cases really quickly!).
I was already sweating by the time I got back into the car but I cranked up the a/c and headed off to Sacramento.
Jeri and I were meeting at Joe's Crab Shack which, I keep forgetting, actually has more shrimp than crab. But we were able to sit in the air conditioned restaurant at a window table overlooking the river, which looked so cool with all those boats lazily floating by, though I new that it wasn't nearly as cool as it looked.
Jeri and her daughter, my goddaughter Colleen, had found a few things that they had picked up for me. One was a copy of "1984" which I had mentioned wanting to read again. And there were the magnets. I loved the "Save the Pinatas" magnet and then this wonderful rainbow magnet. They know that I like Judy Garland and often find Wizard of Oz stuff for me.
When we finished lunch, Jeri said that ordinarily she would suggest we wander around the quaint Old Sacramento shops but we both agreed that we would prefer to do that when summer is over and the temperatures are more conducive to...like...moving.
So I got in the car and headed home, not at all happy when the a/c (which has been acting up) decided to quit before I'd gone halfway.
I stopped at the grocery store to get heat-friendly food for dinner, and wandered around the aisles slowly, savoring the air conditioning, and not really wanting to go out into the hot parking lot again. I was looking for some Hagen Dazs ice cream I'd seen on TV this week watching the new flavor being created but it's not in stores yet, so I had to make do with Breyers.
I hermited myself away for the afternoon and tried to take a pre-show nap, with the predicted result: the phone rang just as I got soundly asleep, and then again 10 minutes later. I gave up.
In the afternoon, I went outside to bring the garbage cans up from the sidewalk and was aware that the air had that unearthly stillness that it gets when temperatures rise into triple digits. There wasn't a soul on the street. The trees were still. The air wasn't moving. And everything just seemed...heavy.
It was so hot that Sheila, who is always eager to get a treat whenever I come through the front door, was still collapsed on the floor, hardly baring to acknowledge my existence. ("Oh. It's you.")
I wasn't really excited about going back to Sacramento to review Aida, but business is business. It was hot, but the theatre was so air conditioned that it was actually cold inside, so cold that when we left the theatre, it still seemed quite warm outside.
The line of cars trying to get out of the parking lot was endless and we were parked next to a large SUV with a visible thermometer on the visor. I was not surprised to discover that it was 90 degrees inside their vehicle. At 11 p.m.
Fortunately, when we hit the freeway and rolled all the windows down the air was actually cool, and as I write this, sitting in front of my fan with all the doors opened and all the fans going, it's rather pleasant.
But tomorrow is supposed to be the hottest day of the year. (The good thing, however, is that I have nothing I have to leave the house for tomorrow.)
I heard on the radio last night that the first half of 2006 has been the hottest year ever since they started keeping track of temperatures.
But Our Glorious Leader knows that there is no real problem with global warming.
Turn off the a/c in the White House for a few days and see what he thinks.
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