Hotter than Christmas

Sheesh. It's been eight-eight degrees each and every day around here. The wind is too windy. The hot is too hot. November is not what it used to be.

I wouldn't complain except that I keep having to scan the horizon to make sure stuffs not on fire. The scrub is starting to look a lot like tinder and, hey, I don't want to be one of those grudge-holding types, but it's not like there isn't a history.

There's something about this time of year that prompts me to take a mental inventory of what I would grab if I had to go, go, go. Of course, the chicadee and Mr. Poppins, although quite frankly I'd prefer it if he'd do his own locomoting as I am not exactly sure how my spine would react to hauling him across the living room. I'd have to take my computer. And my iPhone. A snack would be nice, and maybe a change of underwear, although it might be fun to have an excuse to go commando. 

I'll have to think about that.

The point is that the very idea that fire could swoosh down those mountains at any time keeps me on my toes. It also makes me restless. I've never been one for suspense.

But today was a little cooler, mid-seventies and not so dry, so maybe we'll get past the fire season without it becoming personal. By personal, I mean, it won't become a fire I can personally see by looking out of my window. At the risk of sounding as callous as I really am, if your house catches on fire it's just not going to be as inconvenient for me as having my own house go up in flames.

I don't like to think of it as me being selfish so much as I just want to be able to have a guest room to offer you if you should need it. Believe me when I say, I would rather you not need it, but that's a distant second to me still having it. Even if it goes empty.

Otherwise, I'm just about bored to tears with the internets. This past weekend I thought I was excited but it turns out is was just a phase and a swiftly passing one at that. Ever since Obama won the election, I feel like life is little more than a prologue to his impending presidency. Nothing I do is going to matter. I already voted.

Now I just gots to waits.

Sheesh.

I feel like an eight-year-old on the world's longest car ride. Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

How about now?

Comments

[Alice]

I was bored with the internets too. But now your writing again, so I'm less bored. If you posted tomorrow - Id be lesser bored.

[The Dol]

I'm bored with it, too. That's why I've been hanging out on Facebook so damn much lately. I barely even check my e-mail anymore. Honestly, though, it's nice to get a break from the internets. It has allowed me to go shopping and spend far too much money. I got the most awesome dress for a fancy charity thing tomorrow. I offset the expensive dress with a cheap necklace from Target Boutique.

Oh, and I hate the hot weather too. Santa Ana winds suck.