Paraphrasing the estimable Mr. Clemens, there’s hot, too hot ’n too damn hot ’n t’day is lookin’ t’be one ‘a those too damn hot days…..
Quiet in the village this morn…not too many people out ’n about, Heck, not even many chickens roaming around cuz dumb as they may be, they’re smart enuff to seek out a cool place on days like t’day…
We no sooner got home than da boyz drained their water dishes ’n now I got to go ’n fill ‘em up again…I sw’an, sumtimes it seems like a body’s work ain’t never done…that, of course, is meant t’be humorous ’n on a day that sees the temp at 100o before noon, that’s liable t’be par for the course….
We stopped, as usual, t’see Jon the Hairstylist (code word for expensive barber) ‘cuz da boyz expect to get treats from him ’n run ahead of me to stop ’n paw at his door…
They were complaining about the heat as it wuz already 75o inside their establishment (outside wuz 98o)…
I told them how when I wuz a boy ’n we walked to town to go to the movie, we’d stop at the big barbershop down on 2nd street, the one with the black ’n white tiles on the floor ’n the enormous big old floor fan going full speed…
The barbers (they never had hairstylists then outside of maybe, Hollywood) never seemed to mind when we’d go in ’n stand for a minute or so in front of that fan, at least I don’t recall any of them ever objecting…
Jon said he didn’t know how we managed back in those long ago daze before air conditioning…
I tho’t about telling him that we were just tougher then but that ain’t the truth…what it is, is that people just cope, no matter what….
Anyhow, it’s a beautiful day here in norCal, sunshine, blue sky ’n I’m just thankful that I c’n sit back, sip my ice water (or beverage of choice, as people are wont t’say) ’n complain about the weather…
And another from Mr. Clemens: “Everyone complains about the weather but nobody does anything about it.”
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