It’s been a hot summer. A dry one too.
Yesterday was pretty warm – it got to just under 40°C (about 100°F) – and it was supposed to get much hotter today.
My parents rang me early this morning and invited us to come over to their place – swim in the pool, sit in the air-conditioning and go to the movies.
Er…ok 
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We thought we might go to see Parental Guidance with Billy Crystal and Bette Midler – an all round three generation pleaser. It was a corny American comedy – and it was really all I was up for .
The Bear didn’t want to be pleased by such a movie, and elected to stay home alone - someone has to be here. Why? In case something happens to the house. Well, something could happen to the house any day. Not today.
Cue eye rolling and impolite internal dialogue.
He rang me later, at about 4pm. Apparently it had dropped 10 degrees in the last hour to a balmy 37°C. Gawd.
How did you keep cool? I asked. I filled a bath with cold water and lay in it reading my book.
Fair enough.
I am not a poet, but occasionally I get inspired by the weather or seasons to write some poetry. This is what I wrote today:
Drip, slipping, puddle This heat’s got my mind in a muddle Damp, sticky, sweating Don’t touch or come near and definitely no petting! White hot burning glare There’s no mercy Nor respite out there Toss, turn, sigh – same, same Fan whirring – is it dawn? Lord, it’s hot again. Escape, withdraw, hide - we need a circuit breaker. Is that a storm building outside? Brewing, stewing, baking Heat and light are fading; We stretch tight with waiting. Plink, splatter, clatter… No, the storm moves around and hopes of coolness shatter.Maybe we will get a storm tomorrow.
We’ve been reading about the heat there and the wild fires… yowza! We never see temps like that where I live. It is a wet, green and lush place… year round. In summer, I wish for a little more of the heat, but the rest of the year, it suits me well. With your magical swimming hole, seems there’s always a place to get away from the heat!
We are normally a place of mild winters and hot summers, with lots of rain. But occasionally, like this year, we get a dry winter, a hot spring and summer, and no rain, which totally sucks! It is not doing much for my beautiful swimming hole either
. It is mostly a lush, green place, although it is looking a bit worse for the wear after these past few months.
NO!!! Rain baby, rain! Sorry to hear that Sara.
Entertaining poem!
Bear was on to something: alone in the bath to read a book. Not a bad way to spend a day!
Thank you Kylie
It was really the only option – and in 13 years, it was probably only the third time I have ever seen him in a bath!
ha!
Wishing you a cool storm Sara to freshen your spirits
Thanks Anyes – we just had 2 of the most beautiful soft, cool days here – not that much rain, but the promise of more to come.
Yes! When I wrote the guest post for Zully, my big sister advice to her was to “Invest in your bliss”! Exactly that, as you’ve described it here. Create your Nirvana on earth, as close as you can get
I had to go and re-read that post to see
That was some day I was having 
My comment above belongs with your Nov. 6th post. Oops.