We have had quite a spell of hot weather recently, although today was better (“only” in the 90’s) with more relief to come. The really hot weather was incredibly oppressive, with air temperatures over 100 and heat indexes of 110 or more. Now that’s hot.
I thought of a song the kids used to sing called “How Hot Is It?” I don’t have a sound file for it, but here are the words. You can make up your own fast country-style melody.
(More or less shouted) How hot is it?
Well, it’s so hot the snakes have all got blisters,
It’s so hot ny clothes are wringing wet,
It’s so hot the polar bears are reeling,
All we do is sit and watch rocks sweat.
(This immortal bit of verse also has stanzas on “How dry is it?” “How cold is it?” and “How wet is it?” However, I’m here to talk about the heat.)
I also have a few heat jokes:
Seriously, as much as we complained about the heat, one of the leaders in church reminded us how fortunate we are to have air conditioning and have cars. People in some parts of the world have no cars and must walk long distances, often to procure food or water. We are indeed blessed and fortunate and when we think about how blessed and fortunate most of us are, it doesn’t seem as hot any more.
Biscuit City 