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June 7, 2005
I returned from Miami just in time for a downpour. I was quite used to it, though, as southern Florida is a humid pit of yuck. If not for the pretty beaches, there wouldn't be much redeeming about it. Still, that didn�t prevent our beloved president from visiting, stalling my plane on the tarmac for nearly two hours while Air Force One arrived. It caused the Ft. Lauderdale Airport to shut down while he gave a brief speech to the OAS�and when I say brief, I mean BRIEF, as I think he spent less time speaking than it took for the airport to close, open, and then, just as my plane was about to take off, shut down again so that he could depart.
But as I was saying, I arrived in Park Slope just in time for the sky to crash in. I�d grown accustomed to this in Miami, as it seemed to happen every few hours, but somehow having your honey on your arm makes it far less depressing. While walking down 7th Avenue, I detected a familiarity in the air; it was only when I unlocked my apartment and stepped inside that I realized what it was�heat and humidity.
I do believe that summer has arrived. Irving�s allergies are doing their traditional flare-up. Olive is lying on her back with four paws in the air. My floor feels sticky and my books feel damp. It is time to put in the air conditioner and do the annual search for two bricks to prop it with (why I don�t save the bricks, I do not know). And of course, the time has arrived to struggle with the big, bulky thing, balancing it precariously on the windowsill and yanking the window down, hoping with all my might that it will not slip and land on my neighbor's golden retriever in the garden below.
Ack! Where is my strong Almost Husband when I need his biceps the most?
Posted by callalillie at June 7, 2005 6:54 AM | City Life
Summer in the city, yes indeed. Words such as THI and Heat Index are part of the daily weather report. I wish you success in the A/C Project. I'm sure Lex would be happy to flex his biceps in assistance, but, alas, you must attack this task with sniffling Irving and Olive posing in the background. Welcome back!
Posted by: Vickie at June 7, 2005 7:43 AM
I'm really afraid that I am going to drop it...the whole thing is odd-- I do this every year. I need a strong-armed friend to help me.
Posted by: corie at June 7, 2005 11:18 AM
I think you are trying to lure me back to accomplish one of my feats of strength. :p
Posted by: Alexis at June 7, 2005 11:33 AM
where is Reefer Ralph when you really need him?
Posted by: bobtrancho at June 7, 2005 12:49 PM
Ralph never installed things for us...he just installed himself on the front stoop.
Posted by: corie at June 7, 2005 3:27 PM
That's a fantastic picture! I love it.
Posted by: Liz at June 7, 2005 4:15 PM
Ah, you're so cute, thinking you know hot.
Trust me. You do not know hot. I thought that I knew hot. I now know hot.
But in a reflection on the education system and the heat here, the local news ran a story last night that detailed how quickly an infant will die if left in a parked car, even with the windows down. Mere minutes, it seems.
Posted by: Bill at June 8, 2005 1:13 PM