“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


yesterday was july 3rd, and i cried uncle

i gave in.
i whined complained sweated swore,
and stared daggers at anyone who talked about the hot hot breeze
like it was a good thing.
the heat won.
it beat me.
i am not too proud to admit it.
h.o.t. spells miserable hot the lake ain't helping.

tonight is the 4th.
the skies are dark with thunder and there is lightning in the air,
hot exclamation points at the end of this holiday.
there is wind 
and there are firecrackers 
and the whistle and whoompf of illegal fireworks
but there is no nada rain.

the heat goes on.



  1. I think the heat like that must feel like the cold and snow to us up here in NH some days in the middle of winter.
    Thank God for air conditioners and heaters ! ;)
    Find cool where you can, baby !

  2. sounds like how i whine during the winter....but no apologies....we can only take so much, right :)

  3. today
    while i nibble
    cookies baked
    in the texas sun,
    i feel my skin
    curling back
    towards my body
    and away from the
    frozen wet sky.

  4. ahhh. then it has served a purpose. i feel better. xoxo

  5. i can't even imagine. i have been whining just a bit today and it is only 89 degrees.
    i hope you get some relief soon... do you have a kiddie pool in your backyard?

  6. "crying uncle' pretty much says it all... here too! :)

  7. it will be ok .. off to water my plants and my toes ..


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