Woe is Me … Woe, I Tells Ya
The temperature today in The Big City (aka, “The Big Shitty”) is going to rocket into the low 90’s. First time the mark has been hit this year, to my knowledge, and I’m absolutely not ready for it.
So, I’m facing a dilemma: walk through 90 degree rain, akin to hiking in a rain forest in summer, or take the shuttle and stare down the prospect of more than an hour in a very uncomfortable seat on the train … IF I get a seat. Ya gotta love life, don’t you? 
What would you do? I’m leaning toward living an hour in discomfort to avoid about the same amount of time dripping in my own basting juices, trying to get this much mass (read: “my fat ass”) to cool off after the sauna stroll.
No plans for the weekend except to have the long-delayed car repairs done. That’s going to leave us without a vehilce for most of Saturday, stranded at a mall. Or I might just be on my own at said mall, if LOML doesn’t want to come with me (and who would?). So, it’s the return of El-Bore-o! OLE!
Have a good weekend everyone. Oh, by the bye, my numbers picked up dramatically. I haven’t posted since the 8th, and my numbers went up. Somebody tell me wth, ’cause I don’t get it. My fiction blog’s going gang-busters, too, so thank you to all who visited. Hope you like what you saw there.
Bye all.
-JDT-
Of course I’ll be going with you Love! :*
You’re up early, pud! Are you all right?
Thanks.
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It’s been in the 90’s here for a while, weeks. I feel your pain. I take 3 steps out the front door and I’m drenched in sweat, and not the good kind either.
The Mall. A four letter word if I ever heard one. I hate the mall, too many people. Sorry to hear your having to fix the car again. When I win the lottery I’ll buy you a new car and anything else ya’ll want. Of course for that to happen I should start playing then.
Wow, Raga — I seriously like TX, but that kinda heat’s just … just icky. UGH. I HATE extremes, and baby, THAT’S extreme. Between IL winters and TX summers (and CA where I grew up wasn’t HEAPS better’n TX for hot, just less humid) you’d think some place like KS would be a happy medium. But no. No such place exists. Best I can hope for is four distinct seasons and a lot of money.
While we’re on the subject, V’s dreaming about bein’ knocked up, which is supposed to mean good material things. Wouldn’t that be cool??
If I win before you we’ll buy that big ol’ compound and live happily ever after, just us, all right?
Love you hon!
Silly man! We DO have 4 seasons. Our four seasons are; bitterly cold, hot, very hot, and -I would kill for some bitterly cold weather- burning hot. LOL Actually it’s very nice here in the Spring and I’m sure my “bitterly cold” weather seems like a walk in the park to Northerners.
I’m all for the living happily ever after! We can be those weird families that live in the mountains together that all the townies talk about! lol
Raga – your seasons are: 1. Chilly. 2. Hot. 3. Very hot. 4. Repent.
YEAH, Raga! We’ll be the ones they whisper about when we walk into the stores, and they give furtive glances to, and they’re a little afraid of but don’t quite know why … the ones who don’t shave, bathe or brush their teeth, and God know what we wipe with … the ones the children start stories about, of how we come out only at night to kidnap little children that are still awake, and put them in canvas bags, and cook them over a campfire until their skins are crackling-crisp, and use their bones for necklaces and belts … the ones that make parents put protective arms around their kids’ shoulders whenever we come into the park, the store, the gas station, the city … the ones about whom everyone says “They’re weird … and creepy.”
We’ll be them. And only we’ll know what we’re really like and will laugh uproariously over their stupidity and superstitious fears, while we eat good steak and potatoes and lobster and scallops and crab, and vegetables grown on our land, and watch satellite TV with the NFL package so we can see our favorite teams every week without having to be at the mercy of the local market. And we’ll all work out together and play games and shoot over people that get too close to frighten them away.
Yeah. That could be all right, don’tcha think?
C’mon, lottery.
And here in this crap-fest, we have but two seasons — winter, and Construction.
Fal- ROFLMAO!!! :clapping: That’s what I’m going to tell people from now on when they ask what the weather here is like!!! I love it!
Dark- Ummm…wow! You’ve thought about the terror we’ll be bringing down..a lot. LOL Yummm…steak. You cracked me up at the seasons you have there.
Rags — Nah, spent about three minutes writing it, and a fraction of that thinking about it. At 42, I kinda know how people are.
Oh my goodness, you’re moving in next door! We have those seasons too, but we put ‘em in a sack and shake them up for a different season every week.
Gotta love hills and trees threaded together with rivers and creeks.
Yeah, Tam, come and join our motley crew! We’ll have a blast and write stories to scare the heck out of each other on long, deep winter nights!
The idea of rivers and creeks is great. I prefer the coasts, though. I love me some big water.
“I haven’t posted since the 8th, and my numbers went up. Somebody tell me wth, ’cause I don’t get it.”
You must have done something right.
Leafless — You’re right – shutting up must’ve been it!
It happens to me too, some days I get 70 extra visitors out of the blue, without writing a word. But then I figure they are mostly searching for “Singapore”, “Malaysia” or “Donatella Versace”!
Damyanti — Yes, I’m sure my spike on the fiction blog the other day was a fluke. I must’ve been on WordPress’s front page or something, because I’m averaging under 10 hits a day now, and before.
Dude, I am also having teh weird up and down traffic. I linked to a site that gets a lot of traffic, so that sent a bunch my way the last couple of days. But dang, people just haven’t been visiting. It’s cuz i never comment on anybody else’s blog anymore. I’m a hermit. Still think of you guys every day, though. Don’t think I forgot ya.
Sherri — Thanks! We remember you, too. I’ve been trying to comment, but dang … on most of the things they write about, I have zippo to say. Whattaya gonna do? Fugeddabouddit.