And the forecast remains steady...

Outdoors, it is still unbearably hot and dry.

There was a brawl in my flower garden last night.  When the flowers saw me walking toward them with the hose, punches were thrown and some flowers even began choking each other.  I tried to calmly explain that there was enough water for all of them, but I was not to be heard amongst all of the chaos.  I’m not kidding.  I almost joined the fight, but then remembered that I could just spray my mouth with the hose.  

The crack in front of the house is now becoming a moat.  I always wanted a moat. 

Winter has been on my mind a lot lately (I can’t figure why).  It sort of surpassed us last year, so my need for it is doubled.  I’m longing so much for it that my most recent purchases have been: three sweaters and a pair of ice skates.  The ice skates were an impulse purchase because my Dad and I were reminiscing about “back in the day” when we used to go ice skating often.  I had a pair of white skates when I was little and I so loved them.  So, when Kenny and I went to a flea market and I saw a similar pair in my size, there was no resistance to be found in me.  It is perfectly safe to assume that I will now be sitting on the bench next to the pond by mid-October, both eyes on the water, just waiting for it to freeze so I can risk my very life on two metal blades.  Well, if there’s any water left by then.

Due to the heat, the playhouse-building has been put on hold.  It’s almost too hot to even go swimming.  The public pool water is warm.  While floating around with the sun beating down, one finds themselves thirsty while in a literal pool of water.  I can’t imagine what will happen when school starts back up and the pools are drained.  The average person already has heightened hate issues due to the weather and when we force our children to endure eight-hour days in a barely air conditioned building, the world might very well go mad.  Angry children are the main cause of angry parents and angry parents lead to angry grandparents and from there, the anger finds a way to reach out and touch everybody, non-kids and non-parents and non-grandparents alike.  Then all of these angry people walk around looking mad and blaming everything on the heat.  But eventually, anger gets old and fades.  Pretty soon we’ll all be numb.  Just walking around in a haze, not knowing whether we’re coming or going.  Not changing our clothes.  Not bathing ourselves.  Like zombies.  Hey, maybe the predicted Zombie Apocalypse IS true.  Except it should have been named the Excessive Heat Apocalypse.