The heatwave has finally broke. Finally.
We had 11 consecutive days above 90° with several above 100° and don't forget to factor in high humidity. That's another 10° to factor in.
The only word that comes to mind is
GAG
Sadly, there isn't a drop of rain to be found any time soon. But hey, it's only 83° and I'm loven' it.
The last time we had a heatwave like this was the summer I had Josie. 1995. I remember that I'd go out the front door, sit on the bottom step to catch my breath before I made the last four steps to get into the car. Yes, it was that hot. I heard them talking about that heatwave on the radio this morning and surprisingly, I remembered that last month waiting for my first little one to be born like it was yesterday. (Surprisingly? I don't even remember what I packed Layne for lunch today!) Layne was in Japan and I just stayed in our apartment, in a slip with the AC on, and ate watermelon. That's all. I also remember watching the news and there were so many deaths because of the heat (even hotter than this year) they had to keep the dead bodies in refrigerated semi's. Seventeen years later the only word that comes to mind is
GAG
Just a side note: The boys worked their butts off in that heat on Saturday, putting up fence with their dad. So he thought it would be fun to take them to a Columbus Clippers game. They were pumped. It was 101° at the stadium and they handed sweat towels to wipe themselves off with as they walked in the gates. Just going was fun, but the best part of the night was at the end of the game. Mitch been waiting all night for a foul ball and the few that made it his way were a good 100 feet off. He was pretty bummed out, but at the end of the game the right fielder tossed the ball up in the stands and Mitch caught it. He was on cloud nine for two days. It's fun to see kids when they are beyond thrilled with life.
