By hot I mean, boiling. Freaking hot batman. So hot it’s beyond hot. Today’s high was 45 celsius. My Canadian body is burning up and I haven’t even lifted a finger. The last two nights I camped beside our sliding glass doors in hopes for a breeze, but none came. Not even a whisper of wind, just the sweat trickling down my face, I said it was HOT. My hands and feet are swollen and sweaty, lunch is a litre or two of cold water down the hatch or poured directly over my head.
I’m beached out, sun-ed out and burnt out. And the icing on the cake? I work in a billion degree bakery, baking bloody hot bread, daily. My wish now, and my only wish for this next coming week is snow. I hate snow, yes, I AM CANADIAN and I detest snow in all its snowy glory. But today snow is the only thing I want, and mountains of it. I want to make snow angels and roll down the mountain naked, yes naked, no sled required. Knowing that snow won’t dump its blinding whiteness on this island for some time, I’ve invented a method of keeping my cool. In my freezer is a damp cloth, when I’ve had enough of this bloody heat I wrap my size elevens around this cooling piece of heaven.
Is there fire in your sky? How do you keep cool in the blinding heat of August? Do you like to comment in this heat? Go on, leave me a comment, it may just cool me down. At least it would put a smile on this Canadians melting face.
314 words is a lot of words for Wordless Wednesday. Like I said, it’s HOT and it’s making me crazy.