Hot. Hot. Hot. (ms)

Seasons come and go but there are always little stops along the way worth noting. Take the dog days of summer.

No one outside of people who work in weather departments or those who write for a living pay attention to this critical time of summer. Too bad for it deserves a mention even if only for what it does: it slows things down…a lot. The last time we had a hot spell, think back to that.

Folks did as little as they could preferring to spend time indoors where if there wasn’t air conditioning fans might help at least a little. Of course if you had to work outside it was mighty rough. That spell of heat was nothing to fool with.

As happens in the dog days the wind seemed to come to a complete halt. Maybe it saw that it was hopeless and saved its breath for when it might do some good and really cool things down. The sun was bright and the clouds were few. If you were outside the only place for a break was under some trees and that didn’t do much good. Oh you were clear the sun all right but the grass was too hot to lie down in. The afternoons were the worst, I thought, when the heat seemed the highest and you could tell it was up there without even looking at a thermometer. As the old fellas used to say, it was so hot you could spit but it would burn away before it hit the ground.

Around about seven in the evening things lightened up a bit. The temperature came down a few degrees and you could sit on your porch and get some air. Walkers came by eager to get back into their routine and one brave soul was out jogging. I thought of the dog days of summer when a dog and his person came ambling up the street. The dog was big and had what would have been a nice coat for winter. He walked slowly, one paw in front of the other, head down, tongue hanging out. The walk was short, his companion said, because it’s just too hot. The dog looked up then with an expression that seemed to say, “You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure that out. Let’s go home.” And off they went. That dog spoke for many of us during those days of high heat. “Let me alone. Don’t bother me. It’s too hot to do anything.”

The dog days of summer set us up, I think, for the change that comes with September. We’re almost eager to see the calendar page turn to reveal it. The kids get tired of summer, families have been vacationed out, we’ve seen the electric bill caused by the window air conditioner and we’ve about had it; time to move on like that old dog on my street.

Well, soon enough it’ll all be over and some would say good riddance. We might want to remind them of that say in January or February.

–Mike Stevens

~ by admin on August 1, 2011.

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