we are now at 32 days in a row of serious hotness, of temperatures over 100. today may be 33, but even if it's not, it will just be a bit of white noise in the machine of summer; next week the forecast is blistering - 103, 104, 105, 106. the rain we get feels like tiny pieces of heaven on our skin, and we get out in it, my sweeties, and then, poof! it is gone in less than 30 minutes, and that only happens . . . well, once, yesterday, and our driveway was dry again in seconds. i am grateful for the 10 minute babyshowers that have shown up on a couple of evenings and have stopped keeping an umbrella in the jeep, a first, a fist i shake at the heavens, a temptation i think those gods up there cannot resist, but they do. eating lunch outside requires a fan, or two or three, but really, it is not enough when the blessing of air conditioning is just through the door. the heat of this laptop as i type away is enough to bring on a sweat. when i use the washer and dryer, steam rises in the house . . . okay, not really, but it may as well, the hot dampness settles on my skin just the same. it has been august all summer, and august is not yet here.
and yet. it is not bad. i am headed out today and will buy cherries, and an apple cinnamon cake already made, maybe a key lime cupcake. i will load up on salsa, chips, avocadoes, lemons, topo chico and ice ice, baby. i don't cook anyway and the heat is another excuse for finger foods eaten in front of the television. pickled okra, sharp cheddar, sharper olives, crackers.
i will spend time oohing & ahhhing over fingernail polish, choosing another color for another hot month. i will smell lotions, buy this, put off a haircut yet again and just pile my hair on my head or pull it back into a ponytail. i will browse the aisles everywhere i go. i will be wearing a skirt. i will buy another book; the kindle seems wrong and awkward for summer and i am once again seduced by real paper bound together by words, by bookcovers with raised letters and exotic images, by the peace i find in bookstores. it is too hot to shop for clothes, too hot to even think of clothes, but shoes will call my name and i may listen. bracelets and anklets will wink at me as i pass by, sensing my weakness. i will listen.
i will watch baseball on tv
and old movies.
i may take pictures.