It’s too darn hot
Every year I think — this year we’ll make it to June before we put the airconditioners in. We’ll make it. And this year was looking good. We weathered (ha!) one heat wave intact. And then last week was positively chilly in the mornings. Oooo-kay, I thought. I even worried that it might not be warm enough to go to the beach in June.
Ha ha ha.
It’s 94 and sunny here in Philadelphia. The summer has arrived with a whoop and a bang. I don’t know why I’m surprised, because it does this every year, but I am still surprised. Suddenly, knitting seems like a really bad idea.
But so is gardening when you’re half Irish and the Italian half of you is all locked up in your hair and ability to make lasagne while the Irish part takes over the skin, freckles, predisposition to skin cancer and desire for beer. I’m wondering if there is a sun hat large enough for my easily burnt self.
Too literal. 
I think the bow would scare the children.
Aaaagh! Beware of the Stripey Mutant Son of the Eye-Eating Sun Hat!
Mm, no, not that one. No, I don’t like that one either. No, that’s too pointy. Too dotty. Too strawy. Too spotty. Do you have anything larger?
That’s IT!
Excuse me while I go reapply my factor 200.
I am telling you that a sari is being the idea dress for the living in the hot climates. That mostly and staying out of the suns of the midday is being a most goodly plan.
You could of course move to London. We’ve already had summer here. It was last Wednesday afternoon.
You’d be right at home with the ‘slip, slap, slop’ campaign in Australia. (slip on a shirt, slap on a hat, slop on some sunscreen).
I want to be in England RIGHT NOW. It is HOT, it is MUGGY, and the RAIN IS NOTICEABLY ABSENT. (grumble grumble).
It is currently 93 degrees with a heat (or hat) index of 100. This is just purely stupid and miserable.
Alas, I suffer from *some* of the same dispositions. While I cannot bake a lasagna at all, I do use my hands to speak all the time. And while I am Irish, I don’t have lovely freckles. No, no. I burn. Purely and simply, I burn. But do I apply the sunscreen? Nah. Takes too much time. Thanks, I’ll sit in my air-conditioning, close the blinds, and revel in coolness.
That last hat? A knockout. No, really. If you wear it, you’re going to knock people out. But it’s lovely–my summer hat consists of a fiberglass shell filled with polyurethane and a plastic shield. Motorcycle helmets are HOT.
I cannot wait to hear of the cockroach phobia story.