Nothing but the heat

110 degrees?!  That’s the temperature it’s going to be all weekend.  Our lawn is turning yellow and all of the plants are struggling.  Let’s not lie, all of us are struggling when the heat is this extreme.  We had two days this week in the 90s and it was a tantalizing taste of fall (the 90s can you believe that even qualifies as cooler weather?).  Of course, the day immediately after, Dalton broke out into a bad heat rash, poor guy.  It’s the worst on his face.  We gave him some Dex and he’s doing much better now but those bumps aren't completely gone.

What are you even supposed to do when it’s this hot outside?  Stay inside, drink lots of ice water, listen to audiobooks, and dream of fall.  Bowie takes naps in the coolest, darkest room of the house.  Postal workers finish their rounds at 10 am.  My neighbors invite us to pool parties that start as the sun is setting.  No one is going out during the day.

Of course when the summer is truly at its hottest, the kids here are back to school.  On one hand, it must be a relief because at least the classrooms are air conditioned to feel like a meat locker.  Kids have worn out the summer entertainment and their parents are tired of looking for summer entertainment that won’t involve broiling the entire family.  Traffic to and from work has surely picked up and the school zones are back to blinking their warning again.

Someday there will be something more to talk about than the weather.  And how we still haven’t had any rain.  And how, at night, I wake up with a start as our house pops and cracks, the foundation inevitably shifting as the Texas clay hardens and cracks.  Summer should be the season of horror, truly.