We are at the apex of a DC summer here. I own up to the
fact that, if I want to have a change of seasons, I’m going to have to put up
with some discomfort. But honestly, weather, give it a rest, will ya?
Don’t believe me? Here’s the forecast as of yesterday:
Friday afternoon, the Metro car I rode on my 30-minute
commute home had no air conditioning. Three middle-aged guys dressed in
Hawaiian shirts, Bermuda shorts & walking shoes got on at McPherson Square,
noticed the oven-like state and hopped off at Farragut West to try a different
car. (I actually didn’t mind it so much for myself, but I had a container of
overpriced macaroons I’d bought at the downtown farmers’ market; they’re made
with sweetened condensed milk, and I was afraid they’d melt. They did.)
Saturday I had to run some errands, including going to the
library, which doesn’t open until 1000. By the time I got home at 1100, my
brain was pretty much fried. It was such a relief to be out of that miserable,
stifling heat.
So, as that miserable, stifling heat continues unabated, I’m
grateful for two things: an automatic ice maker and air conditioning. How did a
society that invented both of these things ever get sidetracked into Pokémon Go
and assault weapons?
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