Dog Days of Summer

These are them. Man are they. I always have said that folks who walk around and say it's hot, well, in their world, it's going to be 10-15 degrees hotter because they are being so glass half empty about it. Yeah it's hot, but the more you say it is and talk it up, your making yourself and others around you hotter. Yesterday it was I don't know, 104 or something? And in the car it said 111. I think it would be stating the obvious to say "it's hot today" and complain about it. Why bother? I can promise you, there isn't a soul around that thinks, "Wow, it's really nice today, got a nice breeze going, in fact, it feels damn balmy out here, it's great to be alive today!" See what I'm sayin?

We don't typically get that kind of weather each summer, sure a random day here and there on a random summer here or there but not a string of continuous days like this. So yes, it wasn't just hot, it was the kind of hot where when you get in the car, you smell salt, taste salt on your lips, are inside in the AC and still feel salt stinging your eyes and realize your forehead is sweating or something like that, it was that kind of hot yesterday (my husband says that salt stuff is not normal and to go the Dr. ---not goin). I'm not even sure swimming in a pool would have done any good because the energy it requires to move in weather like that completely takes it out of you. And the water feels like a luke warm bath anyway; EW.

Having said all that just now....I'd like to know if I'm dreamland girl and too glass half full. When I bark at someone at work for saying it's hot, not wanting to hear them stating the obvious, do people think I'm nuts? Don't make it worse I tell them! Yesterday I was at a property, and as I got out of the car to go into the office, I started singing too loudly, 'Baby it's cold outside' a Winter/Christmas song. Starting singing the words to the song and all the choruses before I realized what I was doing and then started laughing at myself so when I got inside, they probably thought I was nuts (hello? I am). But moments later, another Director came in (a male) and he was singing another Christmas song which is escaping me now but I belly laughed. Maybe that's it. Maybe you have to be the same kind of crazy to do this job and we are all wired the same. If so, that's scary. Very telling, but scary.

It's August (obvious), it's hot (obvious), and baby, the dog days of summer are here. Imgaine a scene in which 3 dogs are running along a beach, feet splashing in the sparkling water, soaking wet, yet their tongues are still hanging out, slapping the sides of their faces, cause they're still dying regardless of all the water. Yep. It's just like that. Just like that.


A Mom, A Wife, and a Writer. That's me.
--J