To my fellow east coasters, I hope you’re handling this oppressive heat wave with more dignity than I am. Sure, I’ll admit that I’m walking around the house in a somewhat “indecent” manner, i.e. underwear. And that I cut up half a watermelon and ate it all by myself. I’m also giving my outdoor cats cold bottled “artesian” water stored in the fridge instead of plain old water from the garden hose, because I’m an unapologetic cat-pamperer. And I myself am drinking quite a bit of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, a beverage that one can too easily forget contains alcohol. One minute you’re innocently trying to quench your thirst, and the next you’re feeling an inebriated buzz in the middle of the afternoon and lying around like a useless lump. To paraphrase Dean Wormer from Animal House, “sweaty, drunk, and lethargic is no way to go through life, son”. 😆
Extreme heat, humidity, and horrible air quality don’t lend themselves to refined behavior. Hot, gross weather makes you feel, well, hot and gross. Even while sitting in church yesterday, I used the paper service program to fan myself as we read from the Book of Common Prayer. So I should try to comport myself with more grace and sophistication, like the lovely woman in this 1912 John William Waterhouse painting Sweet Summer. But look, even she’s doing the partially nude routine. Can you blame her? Go topless girl, it’s hot!
I was going to post “Heat Wave” by Martha and the Vandelas for Music Monday, but I thought that was too obvious and predictable. Instead, let’s enjoy someone I consider one of the greatest female vocalists of all time. This is the superb Ella Fitzgerald performing George Gershwin’s “Summertime” from the American opera Porgy and Bess. Stay cool, friends!