Thursday, August 9, 2012

There's Hot, and Then There's Phoenix Hot!

by Pa Rock
Desert Firecracker

There is darned little separating the floor of the Phoenix Valley from the ceiling above the furnaces of hell - in some cases no more than a few inches of sand and the desiccated bodies of scorpions and rattlesnakes who weren't tough enough to handle the blistering heat.

Yesterday it was 116 degrees in my neighborhood, and it has to be hotter than that this afternoon.  The ground is so hard, parched, and cracked that it resembles our governor's face before she trowels on her makeup in the mornings.   Nobody goes outside for anything without their water bottle, and everyday there are stories in the news of hikers and others outside becoming disoriented or sick due to the awful heat.

Dogs wear booties when they go outside here in the summer, but lately I have not seen any out and about - booties or not!  Yesterday there was a story on the news about a man who found a family of javelinas living in his basement.  Poor things were just trying to get inside out of the heat!

Yes, I know it's been hot everywhere, but Phoenix heat is different.  It's a dry heat - much like you would feel when sticking your face in a campfire!

On a happier note, I have found a place to live and will be signing a lease tomorrow.  It is a government house on base that is priced way too high, but it comes with utilities, so I will be able to crank tha air-conditioning down to a civilized level.

In Arizona we hibernate during the summer!

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