Even colors seemed too hot to look at for the last few days. I appreciated the coolness of this Threadcrumb moon.
Saturday 102°, Sunday 104°, Monday 108°
Sunday and Monday set record highs for Seattle. Since 1896, there have only been three other days that have been 100° or over in Seattle. Last week, when I first saw the forecast, I may have cried. Today is blessedly only 84° (3:00 pm), so far. Perspective changes things.
It's an old house without air conditioning. We did the open/close/cover dance with the windows and doors. Scattering and moving fans as needed. On Sunday I pulled out the old wading pool (congratulating myself on being a packrat). Lunch was IN the pool.
Family down in Oregon had it worse. Mom said it was 117° at one point yesterday. My brother lives in the next town. Neither of them have air conditioning either.
A spray bottle of cold water and mint leaves became my new best friend, traveling everywhere in the house with me.
Only a few stitches happened during the weekend. Early. Before my fingers were too sweaty.
There was salad after salad. We had washed, chopped, made of all of the ingredients before the wave- lettuce, tomatoes, mint, nuts, corn cut from the cob, shredded chicken, dressing, etc... putting them in containers to pull out for meals, everyone serving themselves buffet style. Anything to lessen movements and heat.
By Monday it was too hot to even go outside (except to hand our poor mail woman a cup of ice water, with appreciation and an apology for our hill), so I filled the tub instead. I probably stood in it at least once every thirty minutes. K. laughed when he passed by and saw me brushing my teeth while wading. Happily the toilet is positioned right next to it, so I was able to sit for a spell with a book now and then.
Moon and I had a short tub party.
"Moonfall"
Today I am grateful for 84 and being able to hold a needle again.
