Begin The Slog
I thought today would be a good day to treat all of you to a sight you probably don’t see often, if at all: Riverside’s Metrolink Station just after dawn. I’m sharing this vision with you for a couple of reasons; a) I thought these clouds were amazing, and b) because I’m cranky after having to get up so early this morning — post Fourth of July dinner party and fireworks — and you probably didn’t! Don’t get me wrong, the party was fine, great to see friends (I didn’t even mind being told I “looked haggard”), the food was terrific (especially dessert: drunken cherries with mascarpone and lemon biscotti!) and the fireworks were awesome (oh, and Mt. Rubidoux caught fire). So, what would make me so cranky? The heat, that’s what … because although this picture would seem to indicate cool overcast, the cloud cover is acting more like lid on a simmering pot which will soon overheat and boil over! Saturday, Sunday and Monday were all varying degrees of miserable … and I’m over it already!
Yes, of course, I realize the heat’s only just begun, but still: how much gardening can one get done while blinded by sweat, dizzy from dehydration and, overall, on the verge of collapse? The heat just really cuts into my, um, will to live, let’s say, not to mention my usual good mood. It makes me lazy, tired and, yes, haggard, and I hate it.
So, back to these lovely cloud photos: In the first, San Bernardino is the next station, in the other, Los Angeles’ Union Station. Both are stops on the long, moist, airless slog to Fall 2011, but, as on most days, I’m choosing LA. Not only is the pay better but the verging-on-frigid air conditioning at the office never fails to cheer me up … something my co-workers should be grateful for.
If you live in a region that doesn’t get as hot as here, thank whomever, or whatever, you thank for such blessings … and think of me, and Paul, and Frito and Inky and wish us well. It’s a known fact that the murder rate goes up when the mercury hits the top of the scale … just sayin’.
Mt. Rubidoux wasn’t the only thing that caught fire. After our hasty departure from your street (they were giving tickets to us illegally parked fireworks fans. The nerve!) we drove on and headed back up the hill. We found a legal parking space and pulled over. We noticed that a much larger fire had started, probably due to illegal personal fireworks. That’s why the show had to be stopped. Some palm trees, and a large area of dry weeds in the field were burning. It was quite a sight.
Yes, it’s hot. Our AC decided to konk out the other day. Oh well.
Hi, Donita… thanks for saying hi as you were being run off last night … interesting about the illegal fireworks causing the fire; I’m not surprised somehow! I must say it was nice once everyone had gone and they still went through with the finale: it was awesome and felt like it was all mine … hope you all were able to catch it!
No. We waited a bit, but it didn’t look like they were going to start up again so we left. I heard the boomers later after we got home. Still, it was a fun, quickie adventure. Our decision to go see the fireworks was last minute. We jumped in the car, drove downtown, got through traffic pretty quick, and ended up at your house. It wasn’t part of the plan. You just had this nice, convenient, illegal parking spot just waiting for us.
It happens every year: the fireworks begin and the latecomers just stop where they are… then they get ticketed … glad you got out without a souvenir!
Yes, two days of this miserable heat and I’m ready for fall. That relatively cool summer we had last year was heavenly. I was hoping for another one like that this year, but it appears we are out of luck.
We had those same clouds here this morning. Beautiful!
Stay cool!
You’re right! Last year’s mild-ish Summer has ruined me for this blasted display of heat! Come, Fall!
Come to visit over in santa monica soon- it’s nice and cool- but I miss you guys!
susan
Susan! We miss you as well… I keep looking over at your house and it’s dark! We’ll visit soon …
My chihuahua loves me for moving him out of Michigan. Man, do I miss 80 degree days.
I can send some sand your way, we got a bunch dumped in our backyard a few days ago.
I think it’s funny that I envy you your climate! But boy, can I sympathize with the haggard. Living in a desert climate is my personal hell.
Hey, Jenn, I have complete ambivalence about life in the desert; on the one hand I love it for being the perfect environment for my favorite plants and type of gardening … but during these hot days I could just hang myself in the garage! Our chihuahuas seem fine with the heat, not sure what they’d think about a Michigan winter!
Don’t hang yourself in the garage! Have a popsicle.
LOL! Must you defuse my drama?! … yesterday I turned 56 so I think I’m allowed to be more crotchety than ever … and how are you surviving out in PS?
Def. have a Popsicle. At least until your AC goes out. Then, desperate measures are expected!
When the AC goes on the fritz?! … Please no!