I haven't been this hot for years. The last time I can remember 102 degrees was driving cross-country through Arizona, after sophomore year at Stanford. But then there's Mali... days and days of heat like this, relishing a pulled-water bucket bath in the evening and the promise of some relief after sundown.
And of course no posh air conditioned office in which to hide. People at work stayed late just to keep cool, and when finally forced onto the streets, they ducked into restaurants and movie theaters to await our own 10pm sunset.
Kenny and I headed downtown on bikes this morning, but it was only in the low 70's. That's the amazing thing about this place... it can be completely comfortable and cool in the morning (and after midnight, usually), but by 3pm it is sweltering. And we can have a week of polarfleece weather followed by a week where all you want to do is sit in the swimming pool.
And of course no posh air conditioned office in which to hide. People at work stayed late just to keep cool, and when finally forced onto the streets, they ducked into restaurants and movie theaters to await our own 10pm sunset.
Kenny and I headed downtown on bikes this morning, but it was only in the low 70's. That's the amazing thing about this place... it can be completely comfortable and cool in the morning (and after midnight, usually), but by 3pm it is sweltering. And we can have a week of polarfleece weather followed by a week where all you want to do is sit in the swimming pool.
We are forecasted for another 100 degree day tomorrow.
We don't have air conditioning, but of course the next door neighbor does, so we get all his hot air through our open windows. We're trying to vent air up from the basement, which is a good 10 degrees cooler, but that just means its 75 in the basement and 85 upstairs. Which is better than 95 outside, at 9pm.
We don't have air conditioning, but of course the next door neighbor does, so we get all his hot air through our open windows. We're trying to vent air up from the basement, which is a good 10 degrees cooler, but that just means its 75 in the basement and 85 upstairs. Which is better than 95 outside, at 9pm.
Life is still nonstop action here. We are up between 6 and 6:30 and out the door by 7:15.
Cycling has become our daily mode of transportation, and sometimes it's so busy on the road it feels like China... the cars are gridlocked among throngs of spokes and pedals. We arrive home weary, sweaty and tired anywhere between 6:30pm and 9pm. Sometimes we swim in the community pool near the house, sometimes we eat a fancy dinner on the firm, sometimes we just slog home and collapse.
Cycling has become our daily mode of transportation, and sometimes it's so busy on the road it feels like China... the cars are gridlocked among throngs of spokes and pedals. We arrive home weary, sweaty and tired anywhere between 6:30pm and 9pm. Sometimes we swim in the community pool near the house, sometimes we eat a fancy dinner on the firm, sometimes we just slog home and collapse.
Today I had a vision: snuggling under multiple down comforters, Honu curled up near the
pillow, Kenny's voice on the local morning broadcast, and the tea kettle awaiting some brave soul to don their polarfleece and down and head toward the frigid kitchen. Maybe we'll feel like that here someday, but for now that feels like home.
posted by Polly at 9:37 PM
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