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great balls of fire

hot. hot. hot. how hot can it get here? Don't ask....it's hot of the damn-hot variety....and I just don't do hot very well.

Even worse is the merry-go-round of clouds that's swirling above our town, pulling a cloying blanket of humidity in its wake.

Last night upon returning home from the show (the Rock God's band's last show EVER, ugh) GB and I were dismayed to find that our bedroom still felt like a sauna. You see, living in an older house we don't have central AC. We do have a window cooler which does a fine job cooling off the front of the house - makes it downright chilly as a matter of fact. But its powers do not reach the back of the house and we are forced to make do with a ceiling fan, a window fan and an oscillating fan that we don't use very often because even though it's cute and black and retro-looking it's noisy as hell.

And so last night, at the end of one of the hottest weeks on record, we resorted to our usual summer standby plan - dragging the mattress from our bed down the long hallway and into the living room.

I LOVE sleeping on the mattress in the living room.

Seriously. We used to do it all the time when we first moved in here. That summer, 1998, was a really hot and long one and I think we spent the entire month of August sleeping on a mattress in the living room.

There's something very cool (literally and figuratively) and slumber party-ish about it. The only weird thing is when someone comes over unexpectedly and you're like um yeah, that? Oh that's just our mattress, don't mind it.

Tonight we're going to make popcorn and watch movies and / or MTV while we lay on the mattress in front of the TV. We'll crank up the window cooler and hopefully it will be so cold I'll need to sleep with both the sheets and the blanket.


Today was a family reunion of sorts at a birthday party for GB's grandmother - she's 79. It was held in the recreation room of a mobile home trailer park in a town north of here that just happens to be one of the hottest towns in the nation. Seriously. The grass in this town is burnt to a pale tan crisp....the sun is so hot it's even bleached the sky to an almost colorless hue.

The party itself was, um, interesting - relatives GB hasn't seen in nearly 20 years and a whole calvacade of blue hairs and cotton tops. Factor in the huge bingo board on one wall and and a surplus of walkers and you've got a really fine way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

It wasn't that bad...I could've just done without the incredible heat and the birthday song that went something like "Happy birthday to you, you have many fine points, they're just not in your joints" (Grandma is arthritic).

OK, I'm going to go nap now...a pre-slumber party nap - GB is already asleep....the cats too....

7:39 pm - 07.13.02

sounds: the window cooler
words: Details magazine
i am: slowly cooling off

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