Basically, this lavender in my front yard contains, like, the hope for all nature:
I know I've posted a video of this lavender already this week.
But the earlier video was of bees. And this video is of a moth.
And yes, I know I already posted a video of a moth this week.
But that earlier video was of an orange moth. And this is a
video of a white moth, so: totally different.
…or so I like to think. Anyway, this pretty white moth is what I saw as I was about to get into my car to go into work for a meeting and then another meeting. This departure took place at, oh, 9:18 a.m. So before the full weight of The Heat of the Day fell upon us all. I saw the moth flickering there, on the periphery of my vision, and went to take a look.
As my brother used to say—at least I think it was my brother—about living where it is hot: ‘What hot? You get in your car where it’s air-conditioned, drive to work, go into a building that’s air-conditioned, work, and drive home to where it’s air-conditioned.’ Not that living this way has any bearing at all on the future of mankind or anything. Well, today, I got in my car, drove to work, had my meetings, then drove to meet my niece for lunch. This was all lovely, and of course, air-conditioned. Then, I went to Target.
The people, the automatic doors to Target are like a giant maw of cool, refreshing, refrigerated air. I felt it as the doors opened and closed and opened again, automatically. I was drawn into this cool, cool place, an oasis where you could buy a little blouse to go with a skirt for said niece’s wedding, or a new pair of reading glasses, or dishwasher detergent, or, like, gum, all in the refreshing coolness of a world of discount retail that is bathed in an impossible, unsweaty temperature. Anyway, I strolled around the Target, considering this and that, possibly lingering because of the AC.
And then I drove home (air-conditioned) and turned on the AC there.
I feel I should apologize for this post and for my dependency on cool air. But that’s how it was today. It was about shelter from the sun and from the heat, and cool air blowing in my face. Let me also mention the amount of cool, refreshing water I drank today. With ice in it. I guess it’s not supposed to be as good for you, with ice? But sometimes, America, we just plain need ice to make it through.
Never feel you must apologize for a dependency on cool air -- it's a gift from the gods . . . Target too! Without AC, ice and Slurpees, I'm not sure I'd survive the summer. :)ReplyDelete
I felt cooler reading this. We have a swamp cooler that isn't pulling its weight this summer. Even I, the Heat Queen, am whining.ReplyDelete