The heat is on, on the street
Inside your head, on every beat
And the beat’s so loud, deep inside
The pressure’s high, just to stay alive
‘Cause the heat is on
Caught up in the action I’ve been looking out for you
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
the heat is on Oh it’s on the street, the heat is – on.
Glen Frey 1985 Beverly Hills Cop Sundtrack
Well, it’s official folks, we set records for heat in June in Madison, Wisconsin and we are suffering up here. Now I know all of you southerners are going to laugh at me/us when I tell you that we reached a high of 88* on Friday. This is highly unusual this early in the season here in WI and we’re all worrying about those high electricity bills that will come in the mail next month here at the Three Threes.
We’re not wimps, I tell you. We’re NOT! But our roads might be. The Beltline buckled on Thursday causing traffic delays. I won’t call it congestion because according to another blogger we don’t have problems with traffic congestion in Madison. I guess the only real problem we have is we just don’t have enough streets going across the Isthmus or ways to get across the lakes.
Really we aren’t wimps. Our blood is thicker to hold on to any little bit of heat when things turn nasty in the winter and the wind chill index plunges to ninety below zero. hmmm… Does anyone remember when the last time that happened was? I know it happened in 1982 and 1989 and maybe in 1991 or maybe it was ’92 because I had to be somewhere important and my car(s) wouldn’t start. Nobodies cars would start unless they were under shelter and even some of them wouldn’t start.
hmmmm… There might be something to this global warming talk but to be conservative we better form another committee and spend some money to study the trends of the trends of the trends just in case we missed a trend. You think? But hey, I never liked those old cold winters anyway so I’m all for a warm-up. Is that selfish of me?
But back to warm summers. It started getting humid Thursday night and they started talking about how things were going to get worse over the weekend. Ugh… It’s not the heat that bother me you see, it’s the humidity. I swear, Wisconsin has some wicked humidity. It’s almost worse than Florida humidity when it sets in and the air stops moving. Seriously, a butterfly can’t fly on those days!
My son will come and get Patches and me if it gets to the point where I need to be in air conditioning but we’d rather stay home. Well I’d be fine going to visit the kids but Patches and my son’s dog Poser (or Po as we all call him) don’t get along well. It might be because Po is a Miniature Doberman who weighs less than Patches but thinks he twice as big and thinks she would be a good chew toy. Plus for some reason she doesn’t like anyone who is less than 4 ft tall and that poses a problem with my Gr-Son and my son’s friend’s kid who always want to pet her and play with her. Plus my son is allergic and doesn’t really want her there. The whole situation gets really ummmm… testy. That’s a good word, testy.
Going to D’s is an ordeal for everyone concerned. If Patches was a normal cat I’d pile a bunch of food in her bowl and turn on the bathroom faucet for her and she’d kiss me goddbye at the door, then I’d come waltzing home again in a couple of days and she’d be like “What, you’re home already? I haven’t finished properly ravaging the houseplants and shedding on the furniture!”
But Patches is far from normal. Patches is a short haired Calico cat. Patches has separation anxiety. I’ll be sitting here at my PC and she’ll be napping on the chair not three feet from me and wake up crying pathetically until I speak to her. Sometimes I think she must have myopia but she can see a ball of yarn I’m kitting from just fine to ponce on so it can’t be that.
Patches is also bulimic. She will eat until she pukes, Repeatedly. Right into her food bowl. I know, too much gross information. Patches has PTSD. Patches is the perfect cat for me. I have always had psychologically challenged cats. Poor Fatty Patty lost her Mama when she was less than two weeks old and was damn near dead when her rescuers brought her and her sister to me. She was traumatized and she’s needy. Her sister managed to cop some attitude and has moved on but Patches turned into a Mama’s baby and here we are. The good news is that she travels well. As long as my fingers are in the cat carrier she is fine. :^/
Madison Metro declared free bus rides for all Wednesday, Thursday and Friday as an incentive for people to leave their cars at home because of air pollution! That’s the first time that’s ever happened three days in a row. I’d like to see the stats on whether or not ridership was up. Today”s (Saturday) lack of commuters is believed to bring the amount of pollution hanging in the air down so we can all breath freely again and the Metro system can go back to charging their regular fares. It’s 2 for the price of one on the weekends. Patches does not ride the bus so we stayed home.