No, I’m not ill, or injured, or otherwise too busy to blog. I’m too hot. It’s so hot right now it’s Toronto hot. That Toronto kind of hot where the humidity makes everything so sticky that a spouses skin contact is the second most unpleasant feeling to simply sitting there, marinating in your own glandular secretions. The last time I think it was this hot was in Toronto in 2003 when the power went out for a few days and we all sat around in the dark and watched the food go bad in the refrigerator.
It’s a cry from that February day earlier this year when the temperatures dipped to -20 here and we were installing windows on the Northeast aspect of the Fairmont hotel with a blizzard bearing down into our faces. My hands went numb and I lost all ability to hold hand tools. I had 8 layers on and it didn’t feel nearly enough. Thermal underwear, two pairs of socks, and we all wore toques under our hard hats. All of that is more bearable than this heat.
Today we basically melted inside the Fairmont, going through a litre of water every two hours or so. This heat wave has been utterly relentless, and it’s almost the end of the second week of it. We got a brief thunder storm on Saturday, but that just wasn’t enough. It’s been clear, sunny, and hot as hell for 2 weeks. I just can’t take any more showers. I cut my hair and shaved my beard off so that I would be cooler. I don’t think I have any more mammalian hair to cut off to keep cooler. Hell, I think even the Mexicans in the construction site think it’s too hot out.
So right now I’m in survival mode. Tomorrow comes Friday Photography. Until then, put your water in the freezer and the frozen peas on your forehead. If you’re reading this from Ontario, you can have your weather back any time you want it.
