I need to read a good rant. Too damn hot to write it myself.
We are suffering through the third atraight day of plus 103° temperatures in Central Carolina. Brains are frying out on the sidewalk. People are stunned, stunned I say!
Folks are getting hard to impress anymore. Actual Canadians have to burst into flames and disappear in a puff of vapor before attention is paid. It has happened already. Don't laugh. The town gossip has a sunburned tongue.
More below the melted fold.
We don't seem to have "average" anymore. Just a bunch of extremes. I guess the average is average, but there is no flatline in the graph, only sharp peaks.
Go out and you feel like a lawn sprinkler.
I know lots of places are hotter, wetter, weirder than NC. Is that normal? Well, except for the weird part. We do set the bar pretty high. 110° in South Freaking Dakota?
This diary is a plea for several things:
- Really bad weather jokes.
- Accounts from the rest of the country about which we're talking about.
- A Damn Fine Hunter-grade Rant.
(Great. Now it's starting to dribble some rain. The previously evaporated Canadians have condensed and are falling back to the sidewalk. Confused, but none the worse for the experience.)
I went to the little store across the Circle a while ago to get ice cream for lunch. They had a small power blip last night and the freezer became a big honkin' Nutty Buddy/Klondike/Choco-Taco/Snickers/Blue Bunny/Pet/Sealtest®s flattened-out, melted-together mass. This is so wrong. On so many personal levels. Sheesh.
You got a weather story. Rant On!