Marilyn Monroe - "Heatwave" from "There's No Business Like Show Business"
(song starts at about 2:45)
Tomorrow starts a stretch of ninety degree days. It's not going to be very pleasant 'round here. I know a lot of you live with this kind of heat all summer long, but we northerners aren't just suited for it.
In winter, we rule. We laugh in the face of snowstorms, we walk on ice with nary a stumble or slip. We take leisurely strolls to roadside mailboxes in our PJs and slippers - albeit the PJs are flannel and the slippers are lined with shearling. We snowshoe with our dogs, we risk life-and-limb hurdling down mountain sides. We can pick out the tourists at a glance - they're the ones huddled in brand-new parkas and earmuffs while the natives roam around in sweaters and hoodies.
We revel in our summer days that average in the mid-seventies, and grumble a bit when the temperatures climb into the eighties. But now our weather-predicting wizards are forecasting three or four days up in the nineties. Argh!
So yesterday and today I've been preparing. Laundry and vacuuming done. The gardens have been drenched to the point of run-off. Plenty of ice is in the deep freezer, the big cooler is ready, and meals are pre-cooked, ready to be warmed up in the microwave.
We have one A/C unit installed in the bedroom. Keeping the rest of the house livable depends on a variety of passive cooling tricks. I'll be using all of them this week!
I hate heat!