Monday, June 12, 2017

I Know This Time Rolls Around Every Year

Phew! We're in for a heat wave. Looks like it continues 10 days out. IF you can believe those TV meteorologists. Which I never could, back when I was WORKING, and hoping for a snow day. I swear, if they saw a fleck of dandruff float off an anchorman's head, they called for 6 to 12 inches of snow. Causing The Devil's Playground to become depleted of bread and milk.

Today was powerful hot. Farmer H gave me a surprise trip to the casino. Not to be nice or anything. Not that kind of surprise. Just because I asked about when we might go, and he denied it would be today, and then changed his mind. Anyhoo...I didn't even walk tonight. It was HOT HOT HOT. When we came up the driveway at 6:30, it was 88 degrees. That's COOL, people, compared to town, where it was 93.

I decided that I got enough exercise walking around the casino. I didn't even get dropped off at the door. All the way in from the parking lot, which took us past the parking garage, through the hotel check-in lobby, down the hall, past the shops and restaurants and main entrance. So far at the other end of the building  were we that we could actually SEE the cloud of smoke hanging in the air at the entrance to the casino by the time we got halfway to it. We probably could have seen it from when we went inside through the revolving door, if our eyesight was better.

Once inside, I had to go try out the high limit room, which is near the extreme other end of the casino. I picked up $25 right quick, and skittered out of there. Then we had to go all the way back to the entrance to eat lunch. Then I realized I had lost my player's card, and went all the way back to near the high limit room. Then back up front to play. Then back to the back looking for Farmer H. Then back up front to the bathrooms. Then back to look for him some more. Then we left to walk all the way back to the car.

I think it pretty much equaled my six driveway laps, even though it wasn't all without stopping. Tomorrow I'm going to The Devil's Playground, so I can get in some walking there. I mean, I'm going there to do the shopping. Not simply going there to walk.

I'd really hate to change up my nocturnal life just to get up and walk when temps are in the upper 70s.

What I REALLY don't want to happen is for our power to go off, or the air conditioner to conk out! I can't take the heat, and I'm not even in the kitchen.


Sioux Roslawski said...

HM--You and me both. Anything over 80 and I'm not the happiest camper...

fishducky said...

That's WAY too hot for a fishducky!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

Yeah. You know what those high temps mean: underboob sweat!

You need a special habitat, like polar bears at the St. Louis Zoo.

Sioux Roslawski said...

Underboob. Overboob. Sideboob. Sweat everywhere.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I give a swipe of Secret to my underboobage. It helps with the sweat. But I go outside and mow in the heat ..... has to be done.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Well, you are a gosh-darn genius! As well as a Secret-keeper!