I heard it rained last night–it’s all that’s on the news this morning. After what feels like six weeks of straight 100 degree plus days of hell, the mercury is finally falling below the century mark. This is a great thing, because I finally had to break down this last week and purchase a water-sprinkler from my local Walmart as a third of the the grass in my backyard dried up and withered to a golden crisp. Added to the crabgrass devastation, I had at least a million two-inch-wide bottomless cracks in the soil threatening me at any moment to open up and swallow me whole.
Do you know how difficult it is to buy a sprinkler at Walmart? I swear they had fifty of the Chinese made water contraptions to choose from.
As we traveled back to our home in North Texas from Utah, I could feel the air gradually become warmer and warmer. I complained most of the four days we were in Utah that it was cold and wet. I told my husband at least three times a day that this–the cold–was the reason that I would never live in Utah. Then, as we made our way to Amarillo and stopped to check out the Cadillac Ranch, the heat of the natural blowdryer hit my oily face and tormented my senses. It was an omen of what was to come–a teaser to say.
Cadillac Ranch will forever be ingrained in my mind as the Omen of Perpetual Heat. Perhaps that is what I get for spraying “SUT” (for Screwed Up Texan) onto one of the cars–this American icon is surely showing me its vengeance for my commercialism. Instead of telling me to “Go to Hell,” it’s sending me and the rest of y’all right there.
That’s right. Just blame it on me.
Today’s temperature–a much colder 99. Oh nevermind: they just raised it to 102. Those sneaky buggers.
