I’m about ready to invest in a kiddie pool and do my writing sprawled in three inches of cool water, like a rescued dolphin. Today the Atlanta area is expecting 97 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s dragon weather.The back to school signs are going up in stores, which makes me sad (a residual emotion, since I haven’t had to go back to school in a very long time!). Even oven-hot, summer just isn’t long enough.
Meanwhile, the dogs pant all night long, slurp up the contents of the water bowls in seconds, and don’t want to go outside. I think they might be afraid that the grass will sizzle when they pee. The cats could care. They’re indoor kitties of privilege and spend their days snoozing in forbidden spots, like the sweater drawer in my closet. My stored sweaters now have a nice sheen of cat fur to make them extra snuggly.
I bought fudgsicles, hoping that they’d cool me down, but they’re actually stressful to eat, since they melt so fast in the outdoors that you have to do some serious lickage to keep them from dripping everywhere. The dogs watch through the glass door, interested, but not enough to join me. Maybe I should experiment with a pan of raw cookies, to see if they’ll bake on the deck. That should get the dogs excited about the outdoors, especially if they’re peanut butter. And that kiddie pool had better be big enough for all the big dogs, too.
How do you cope with the heat?