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Happy hottest day of the year (so far)!

According to the weather-bots on the TV news, today has been the hottest day yet this summer.

It certainly felt that way to me.

I went to the laundromat first thing in the morning in an attempt to get the laundry done while it was still cool(ish). When I went in, it wasn’t so bad. When I came out two hours later, it was scorching. I’d make some sort of an oven joke here, but I don’t think my oven gets that hot. Even on “broil”.

As I walked out, I must have looked like I was suffering because the guy who was on his way into the laundromat grinned and said “You think this is bad, you should be in Miami”.

No, I think I definitely should not be in Miami. The last time I was in Miami, I damn near turned around and went home the moment I got off the plane.

At some point during the day, although all I really wanted to do was buy a kiddie pool and 100 lbs of ice and spend the afternoon in the backyard, I decided that I was going to swelter through all my errands today and spend tomorrow at the beach where it’s cooler. I’d throw the bike in the back of the truck, cruise over to the beach, ride the bike path until I got hot and then jump in the water. I’d stay there, reveling in the cold water and nice breeze (not at the same time, of course) and not come back into Hollywood until it got good and dark and cool.

Whenever I make plans like that, I get called to go to work. This time, it was four hours between the time I decided to go to the beach and the time I got the call. Had I made plans to go to the beach with someone, I probably would have gotten the call much sooner.

The only problem with working on this particular show tomorrow is that the location’s in Castaic, where it’s roughly the same temperature as the surface of the sun.

The first question out of my mouth was “is it on a stage or outside?”

Normally, I feel really guilty when I turn work down, but if I was going to have to work outside in the heat up there for 14 hours, I wouldn’t have felt bad at all about saying no.

Luckily, it’s only one day on a stage that’s supposedly air-conditioned.

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4 Responses

  1. JCW says:

    Wow! Up here in the Bay Area I don’t think we’ve had a day over 90 yet. In fact, it’s been SO cool that we’ve had a fire in the fireplace virtually every night since last Winter!

    Uh-Oh – now that I said that, bet Indian Summer turns out to be a scorcher here!

  2. Peter says:

    Wow! Up here in the Bay Area I don’t think we’ve had a day over 90 yet. In fact, it’s been SO cool that we’ve had a fire in the fireplace virtually every night since last Winter!

    “The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.”

    – Mark Twain (perhaps apocryphal, alas)

  3. nezza says:

    I would be quite happy to take some of your heat off your hands if you could find a way to send it my way. It’s a decidedly not particularly hot and quite particularly wet summer here (although our floods have gone thank goodness).

  4. Charli says:

    Hubby and I, with new cameras in tow, decided to walk down to the Santa Monica pier, first of all, the walk wasn’t bad, for about six, seven blocks, then we noticed how hot it was and it wasn’t even noon yet. We got all the way to the pier and discovered that hubby forgot his memory card.

    HA HA HA HA HA

    Well, hey, it was a walk and it was just too funny. Hey girl, if you come down to Santa Monica, let me buy you lunch or at least a snow cone there by the pier. You got my email, let me know. And no, it isn’t any cooler down here, either.

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