I think there's a reason that July tends to be our lightest month, in terms of posting. It's just too hot to think. I can't imagine how people who work in the few remaining bastions of workplace conservatism in Austin (the Capitol and law offices) manage to drag themselves out of bed each day and besuit themselves.
For a little while yesterday, the iPhone was telling us that Monday's high would be 107. It's since then backed off a little.
The interior of my car has smelled like burning for the last week. I'm not sure I want to know what's going on there.
I would just like to point out, as well, that these photos were taken at 7:30 in the evening, and it had already started to cool down.
Of course, I'm escaping this weekend! More information after my return on Tuesday. I just hope poor lonely Husbear finds a way to keep himself entertained with me out of town.
(By the way, I checked, and it doesn't help to think about the numbers in Celsius.)
Please wish me luck at the airport tomorrow. I used to like flying, you know. Really. Before we had to take off our shoes and put our tiny fluid containers in little clear quart sacks and walk through machines that show screeners what we all look like naked. It's funny... the good old days of air travel used to refer to when people would dress up in hats and gloves to board a sleek silver jet, get a full meal they'd choose off a menu and be able to recline in almost a bed. In coach! Now description creep is such that we reminisce joyously about the days when we didn't have to drink our own breastmilk to prove that it wasn't dangerous.
Sorry. Can you tell I'm looking forward to my airport experience?








Boston is awesome and mid-eighties, yo.
When do we get to find out where you're going/went?
Posted by: paolaccio | Friday, 01 August 2008 at 21:47
Lucky you! Where I'm going is supposed to be significantly warmer than that...
Let you know tomorrow or Sunday, assuming I have computer access!
Posted by: Boots in the Oven | Friday, 01 August 2008 at 23:43
Oooh, have fun wherever you're going!
Posted by: Su-Lin | Saturday, 02 August 2008 at 12:03
Mornin'
I like the photo of your iPhone ... did you know that you can take screen shots on your iPhone now (with the recent software update)? Just hold down the home button and click the sleep button on top and voila ... a screen shot of anything on the screen!
Cheers-
Cat
Posted by: Cat | Sunday, 03 August 2008 at 06:37
107 oooh ouch. Just yesterday, at an art fair here in Minneapolis, I met two painters from the mountains outside Austin who are moving to Wisconsin. They've been there for years but said they can't take the heat and drought any longer. And here I have been thinking Austin would be a good place to move to...
Posted by: maryn | Sunday, 03 August 2008 at 18:38
Thanks, Su-Lin! I was in Washington DC at my grandmother's house, and I had no chance to get on email. It felt really odd! Had a good time, though... pics later.
Cat, I've heard that! It's actually my husband's iPhone, and he's been resisting downloading the new software. Not sure why. I want to check out all the new apps!
Wow, maryn. This year has been exceptionally hot. 90 in DC felt seriously refreshing, and my family thought I was crazy. I could imagine just throwing in the towel. Winters here are lovely, though.
Posted by: Boots in the Oven | Wednesday, 06 August 2008 at 09:58
What are the icons for Friday and Tuesday? They look a little like mushroom clouds, which is pretty much accurate lately.
Posted by: Joolie | Wednesday, 06 August 2008 at 17:16
True, plus they look a little vengeful to me. I think it's just lightning storms, but I've always wondered why the rain seems to be missing.
Posted by: Boots in the Oven | Wednesday, 06 August 2008 at 18:50
see, this is why I ran screaming from Texas and moved to NY (okay, not really. I met someone and moved up here) but still. Too hot!
Posted by: strayfarce | Wednesday, 03 September 2008 at 20:16
It is! I was getting all excited because it's been cooling down lately, but then I saw that it's supposed to be 100 on Saturday. Poot.
Posted by: Boots in the Oven | Thursday, 04 September 2008 at 09:57