Tuesday, August 01, 2006
HEAT INDUCED MEANDERING THOUGHTS FROM GEEZERDOM
The heat index hit 112 degrees here today. A lot of people are complaining about this heat wave. Not me! First, it is a great excuse to go to the beach instead of doing housework (I'm goin tomorrow night!). But more importantly, the number of mostly naked women running around my neighborhood roughly doubles for every 10 degrees of heat. At this point, even the most conservative of women seem to have given up on modesty in favor of comfort. Case in point... There is a very attractive fortyish woman who moved in down the street a few years ago. By day, she generally wears business suits with skirt just below the knees. By night, generally khakis and a work shirt. In three years, I had never seen her knees, until this week. Suddenly, she has discovered the joys and comfort of men's boxers and tank tops. She hasn't had any restraining undergarments on in at least 5 days. And it turns out she has fabulous legs!
A walk downtown reveals a sea of sports bras, halters, and hip hugging, cheek exposing short shorts. Not to mention myriad of buxom black ladies in a rainbow of backless sundresses. Ah, the summer in the city. John Sebastian should write a song about it!
Did I mention that I came within about a tenth of a second of being just another traffic statistic Saturday? I was driving east to meet Carol and Garry for our canoe outing, when a large, loaded dump truck apparently lost its brakes while coming down a side street. The driver attempted to turn into the westbound lane, but tires smoking, he still came all the way across into my lane and onto the shoulder. I somehow managed to take a detour across someone's front lawn, but I still have no idea how I missed this guy. It was so close (how close was it?), I have a white paint scratch on my drivers side rear view mirror. I keep having nightmares where all I see is the grill of a Peterbuilt flash in front of my eyes. Needless to say, my beer consumption went way up Saturday! When I told my daughter about it that night, her reaction was, "you're a professional driver, you're supposed to be able to do that." I must admit, I was underwhelmed by her reaction!
TIME TO GRAB ANOTHER BREW AND CHECK OUT THE NEIGHBORHOOD! See ya soon.... TGWB
Anyway, I know our administration wants to go after Iran, but they have no resources to do so. I is disturbing to me...
Notta - Living within a block or so of three excellent, air conditioned bars an a half hour from the beach makes it much easier to see the silver lining in a heat wave. Especially since all those nearly naked women end up in the same places!
Glad you're a professional driver btw.
Did you need clean underwear? ;)
I was laughing so much at your neighbours new found comfort or need for less clothing. You lucky dog you!
I totally want to read that Rolling Stone issue, I'm on it! And yes, that upper headline makes me sick to my stomach.