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BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell

Áine 07 Aug 00 - 08:57 PM
rangeroger 07 Aug 00 - 09:03 PM
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Mbo 07 Aug 00 - 09:26 PM
Áine 07 Aug 00 - 09:35 PM
Lox 07 Aug 00 - 09:40 PM
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Subject: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 08:57 PM

At six o'clock this evening here in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex in Texas, it was 101 degrees fahrenheit! I've lived here most of my misbegotten life, and frankly, it's gettin' a wee bit too hot even for me . . . and that's not even mentioning the drought we've been living with for a couple of years.

I'd love to see what songs, limericks, poems, rants, etc. my fellow 'Cats can come up with to commiserate with our slow-broiling, or to cool us lil' devils off. And if one of y'all know a good rain dance -- Go for it!

-- Áine (who's sweatin' her socks off and hatin' every dang minute of it!)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: rangeroger
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:03 PM

Sons of the pioneers " Cool Water".

rr


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: CarolC
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:13 PM

Jingle Bells. It works every time. (Not for rain)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Mbo
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:26 PM

One of my favorite poems ever!

A Hot Day In Sydney

O this weather! this weather!
It's more than a mortal can bear
I fear we shall all melt together
So dreadfully hot is the air

On rising from bed in the morning
You feel yourself thirsty and hot
And while at the toilette adorning
You're helpless as though you'd been shot

You get through the work with great trouble
The shave, and the wash, and the dress
And then comes your breakfast, to double
The causes of former distress

The coffee, the tea, the butter
The smoking-hot muffin and bread
Although you have put to the shutter
Invite you in vain to be fed

The tea and the coffee are hissing
The butter is melting away
The flies in the milk-jug are kissing
The ants in the sugar bowl play

You rise in disgust from the table
And with your umbrella unfurl'd
You toddle, as well as your able,
To the haunts of the mercantile world

But whether you sit in your office
Or stroll to the market and shops
To bargain for sugars of coffees
For snuff, or tobacco, or hops
You still are by no means forgetting
The torments inflicted by heat
For still you are puffing and sweating
And longing for some cool retreat

You wash in Cologn's cooling water
You swallow some brisk ginger-beer
You say to some kind neighbour's daughter
"O give me some swizzle, my dear!"

You go to take luncheon at Bax's
And call for cool jellies and buns
But hotter and hotter it waxes
The jelly to liquid soon runs

His dainties are only a pester
And so you withdraw from his shop
Loud rages the fiery North-wester
As back to your office you pop

The streets are with dust so beclouded
You cannot see over the way
The town is so perfectly shrouded
You scarcely believe it is day

At length comes the wish'd hour of dinner
Away to your dwelling you go
But still you are far from a winner
For the table displeases you so

The poultry, the beef, and the mutton
The cabbage, the potatoes, and peas
Though cook'd to delight e'en a glutton
Your palate in no way agrees!

The porter, the wine, and the brandy
Invite you to wet your parch'd lips
And being so perfectly handy
You take a succession of sips

But then your blood burns into fever
And sets the whole system on fire
And finding the drink a deceiver
You soon from the table retire

The drawing-room then you proceed to
And join in the ladies' discourse
But the heat will not let you give heed to
The topics their sweet lips enforce

They offer you tea, bread, and butter
And other good things on the tray
But while you your gratitude mutter
The tea-things you wish far away!

The press the piano with fingers
So graceful, so taper, so fair
That while on the scene your heart lingers
At the heat you are tempted to swear!

And while they are busily fanning
Their beautiful faces and necks
To please them you fain would be planning
Did the heat not so cruelly vex

And length you retire to your pillow
And hope for some comfort in sleep
But you toss like a tempest-wrought billow
And cannot in one posture keep

The heat almost stops your respiring
The blanket and quilt you kick off
The peace you had hoped in retiring
You deplore in a yawn and a cough

Mosquitos keep humming and stinging
Alighting all over your face
The cricket and locust are singing
And sleep flees your eyelids apace

And there you be tossing and tumbling
So beaten, and bitten, and stung
So weary of puffing and grumbling
You are ready to wish yourself hung!

And such are the pleasures of summer
In this Austalasian land
How charming to every new-comer!
If thus they can charm an old hand!

But still I would bear it with patience
And so I would recommend to you
Convinc'd that, of all the earth's nations
Not one would be faultless to!

--Anonymous...Sydney, 27 January 1829

--Matt (it was 105 here today)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:35 PM

Dear Mbo,

Your deserve some kind of award for just typing all those lyrics out! Wunnerful, wunnerful -- I guess we can be happy about not having to dress in those dreadful Victorian clothes, eh?

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Lox
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:40 PM

If I was sweating in Texas at 101 degrees, and someone started singing Jingle Bells at me, I would be forced to reconsider my position on posession and use of firearms.

You cruel, evil, fiend!

How about starting off slow on "backwater blues" (Big Bill Broonzy). Sweatier stuff is hard to find. (You also get to close your eyes and pretend it's raining)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: SINSULL
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:43 PM

And just when you think you can handle it, some moronic newsman tries to fry an egg on the pavement!


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: CarolC
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:48 PM

Lox, you've given me quite a reputation to live up to now. I'm not sure I can handle it.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Mbo
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:54 PM

How about this?

Winter cracks
The crunching underfoot
The swirling cold
Stiff and silent, shaking every branch
Beauty...fearsome and fatal

Chilling waves
Are breathing with a thirst
Insatiate wonderlust
A whistling wind always searching
Crossing on the wilderness
Beauty...fearsome and fatal

Standing below
Mercy all gone now
Cold and alone now
All winter's own

Biting back
A seething blazing sheet
A bitter raw
Cutting shivers deep to the bone
Beauty...fearsome and fatal

Flaming angry
The heavens kiss the frost
Another climber lost
Beneath the snow
Fingers feeling finely for the ground

Rays of sun
Will creep beneath your coat
To ridicule and gloat
The stiffened skin
Naked, fragile
Licking every inch
Beauty...fearsome and fatal

Standing below
Mercy all gone now
Cold and alone now
All winter's own...

--Findask


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: bflat
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 09:55 PM

Aine, only those of us who have lived or are living in the great Southwest truly understand how oppressive the constant heat is in the summer months. Truth is before the great population migration and refrigeration (air-conditioning) it wasn't bad because the desert or semi-arid, would cool in the evening. Now all the concrete and block and pavement keeps that heat and radiates it back in your face.

Come visit me in the northeast where it's been raining and raining and the nights cool.

I used to sit outdoors with the sprinkler on me and not the lawn. It works as the water is quickly evaporating and cooling your skin. So how about: Cool Cool Water; or Snowing on Raton.

bflat


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 10:02 PM

Dear Lox -- Wonderful idea, the Blues! And considering that this is the 10th anniversary (on the 27th) of Stevie Ray Vaughn's tragic passing, I guess I could put on one of his CD's and just have it, eh? And who could tell the difference between my tears and the sweat pourin' down my face? Better yet, since he happens to be buried in the same cemetery as my folks, I could just go and stand there at noon and pay my respects to all of 'em and melt into a little puddle of nothin'. And don't think I'm being maudlin or anything, 'cuz I've got a great funny story 'bout all that! ('Course, you have to be a twisted kid from Oak Cliff like Stevie and me...)

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Mbo
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 10:24 PM

All will become clear to me soon! Branwen is going to educate me in Stevie-dom!


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 10:26 PM

Ooooh, Mbo - that's some righteous poetry! Sending chills down my spine!!

And bflat -- I'm there, darlin'! And you're absolutely right about all this dang cement (and that's pronounced 'cee-ment') -- therein lies the egg-fryin' problem, for sure!

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Lox
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 10:32 PM

Don't worry CarolC, you're obviously as cool as a cucumber.

*ggg*


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Naemanson
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 10:37 PM

Oh, I know what you guys are talking about. It's been hot here too. It got up into the 80's today and rained most of the day! Tomorrow it's supposed to break into the 90's!! *BG* This weekend though we had sunshine and temperatures in the high 70's. Almost perfect weather.

Brett (Imsorrytobeusingsarcasmtorubsaltinthewounds)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 10:44 PM

Naemanson,

All's I've got to say is -- Ya Buggah!

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: CamiSu
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 11:35 PM

As someone who has lived in hell (Phoenix, Arizona--though far enough out that we learned how to change our schedules to fit the weather and avoid most of the cement) and who currently lives in Heaven (Vermont) you have my sympathy Aine. Try a cool washcloth hung around the back of the neck. It cools the blood a bit and hence the whole bod. Me? I was picking wild blueberries in the pouring rain this morning. once we were wet why bother to quit? I'll try to send you rain if you promise not to send me heat.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: CarolC
Date: 07 Aug 00 - 11:38 PM

Lox,

Thanks (I think).


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: PoohBear
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 01:44 AM

It's not the heat that'll kill ya....it's the humidity....


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Lena
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 03:32 AM

It's bloody windy and freezy in Sydney(right behind the old convicts area)right at the moment!!!But Hell will move here in a couple of months,and some of us here might return this postcard when we'll have to handle the grill!!!Hold on and be brave!!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Quincy
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 05:59 AM

Please will someone tell me what hot weather is????

Summers in Roscommon don't give many clues you know!!! I've tried standing in front of the fire but just when I start to feel anything like warm.....it goes out and I need to go and bring in more turf!!
As soon as it gets warm outside then we know we're in for a thunderstorm!
Please let me in on the secret??

best wishes
Yvonne (Sandy)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Willie-O
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 07:11 AM

Yeah, up here it gets summery for half a day then rains and rains...more tornado warnings this summmer than ever before (usually coinciding with my outdoor gig, which ain't good for business in a boating town.)

Aine, my advice to you is to go rent the Mel Gibson version of Hamlet. The scenery and climate is very cool and damp--I'm not kidding, this worked for me once!

I've been to Texas in June--I can still feel that heat (and those fire ants).
Willie-O


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Bat Goddess
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 07:55 AM

Oh, Aine! It's been cool here in Cow Hampsha -- only in the 80s & 90s, but I sure wish I could send you some of our recent rain and humidity!! The sun is actually out right now (glaring on my computer screen, fer-petesake) for about the first time in two weeks, but I'm mildewing, the house is rotting, and the white deck furniture is turning green from the bottom and black from the top. And when it hasn't been raining, the humidity has been about as high as it can go without actually raining to earth. The garden loves it. I, on the other hand, feel like I'm in a rain forest (and afternoon thunderstorms ARE expected...).

Last summer (when WE had the drought) we ate every meal on the quarterdeck 'cuz it was too hot in the house. This summer we've eaten out there once -- rain and mosquitoes keep us indoors. I tested out my hammock under the hemlocks right after I hung it up in May -- but that was the last time I was in it. And now it's probably rotted too much to take my weight!

Bat Goddess


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: JedMarum
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 08:06 AM


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: JedMarum
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 08:09 AM

Ooops. I guess it's too hot to type! Sorry for the blank post, above.

Aine - it's not too hot to come out to Ye Old Bull and Bush on Wed, is it?? I'm headed out there again Wed, this week. Come on out?? And have a Guinness or two (just to cool off)!!


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: kendall
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 08:14 AM

Simple solution Aine...MOVE


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: A Wandering Minstrel
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 08:33 AM

Just to cheer you up it is absolutely P***ing down in London. If you guys keep exporting your rain to us you only have yourself to blame.

You can always try a chorus or two of Lord Franklin!


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Kim C
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 09:58 AM

I'm a reenactor. I dress in Victorian clothes in hot weather all the time. It ain't so bad if you can get a breeze up your hoop. ;)

This is my ode to Summertime in Tennessee

Well it's summertime in Tennessee
It's plenty hot enough for me
Gonna sing and dance and shout with glee
It's summertime in Tennessee

Well it's summertime in Nashville y'all
We didn't have no spring atall
That's just the way the seasons fall
So grab a beer and let's play ball

It's summertime in the South my friend
It feels like it won't ever end
That mercury hits a hundred and four
You're gonna drop to your knees and pray for snow
I might complain but I must say
I wouldn't have it any other way

When it's July in the Bible Belt
Do you reckon it gets hot as hell
I don't know but I've heard tell
We're in for a long dry spell

Well it's summertime in Tennesee
It's plenty hot enough for me
Gonna sing and dance and shout with glee
It's summertime in Tennessee

(Sugar, would you fix me a cold drink?) :)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 10:05 AM

Dear Kim C -- That's a great song! Would you please let me put it in the Mudcat Songbook? (she asked as she dropped to her knees and prayed really hard for snow!)

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Kim C
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 11:29 AM

Why, yes, I'd be honored. Thanks! :)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Naemanson
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 11:49 AM

From the Buggah of the thread,

I have spent my time in a version of hell. My family and I spent several years in Florida and Georgia in the years when air conditioning for cars was out of our price range. We found the we could give the baby a cup of water to play with and that kept us all cool. Wet, but cool. Also, when outside in the heat use ice wrapped in a bandanna tied around your neck. This works especially well while working in a kitchen.

And then, as Kendall suggests, you could always move north. A word of warning about this option. Hell has a somewhat different temperature in some sections of the North. I grew up recognizing -10 degrees Fahrenheit as a warm day in January. January thaw came along when the temperature warmed up so there could be real water during the day! In 32 degree weather we would go over to short sleeve shirts and dream about spring.

Remember the saying about one man's meat being another man's poison? Same goes for weather. Which temperature extreme do you want to endure? I prefer Elmer Beal's philosophy about weather. I don't care just as long as we get some more.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Kim C
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 12:20 PM

I forgot to mention, my house was built in the days before central heat/air; consequently I have NEITHER and have done without for about 9 years now. I know, I'm a nut.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Bert
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 12:24 PM

AaaaHHH! you youngsters dunno what HOT is. When I was in Bahrain (says Grampa Bert starting one of his stories again)I was raking furnaces at ALBA, the aluminum smelter. It was about 120 in the shade outside. We could work at the furnace mouth for about half a minute then we'd have to go out into the SUN to cool down.

The Arabs wear a wet 'guttra' around their heads during the day and sleep on the roof in wet sheets at night.

Drink lots of water or hot tea. No pop and NO ICE. Make yourself some 'anti-bonk juice'. Orange juice with glucose (not sugar) and salt. Using plenty of salt on your food is better than taking salt tablets.

Pretend that you are in England on the beach it's been bloody cold all day and you have been waiting for the sun to come out from behind that huge cloud. Here it is enjoy it.

Bert.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: AllisonA(Animaterra)
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 12:28 PM

I recently got a funny email from a friend titled "How hot is it in Texas?"
When I opened the document, it looked as tho' my screen was melting! I wish I could figure out how to send it to you, Aine.
Hey, Bat Goddess, where in Cow Hampshuh ah yuh? Heah in the so'western part of the state it's close to 90 for the first time in about 6 weeks. I happen to love a cool summer, but the hay fields are soggy and we don't quite know how we're going to feed the sheep this winter...


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Naemanson
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 12:51 PM

Oh Uncle Bert! Not that story again (as I edge towards the door...)

A smelter in Bhrain must be the top of the pile but you should try the engine room of a WWII era destroyer in the summer with the heat hovering around 125 degrees and the ventilation shut down for NBC (Nuclear, Biological, Chemical) warfare simulations. Know ye thou dwellers in the south, I know heat. That's why I chose Maine when I settled down.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Bat Goddess
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 12:56 PM

Hi, Animaterra!

I live in Nottingham on the side of a hill in the middle of 33 acres of trees (oh, and rock). (Jeri's a coupla miles up the road.) But mostly I'm in Portsmouth in a room full of windows with inadequate to the point of being non-existant air conditioning and a bunch of computers/printers/copiers, etcet throwing out heat -- where the sea breeze doesn't hit, but the heat off the Islington St. blacktop and automobiles does.

I haven't tromped lately through the sheep field just up the hill from me (I'm on the well-drained south slope), but I would imagine the haying, etc. isn't going to be that great.

Bat Goddess


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Wesley S
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 01:03 PM

Aine - When it gets this hot I always suggest watching "Dr Zhivago". All that ice and snow seems to cool me off.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Branwen23
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 01:28 PM

The high today is 102!!!!!!! My electric bill is going to kill me.

-Branwen- (in Arlington, Tx)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 02:28 PM

Still vivid in memory,on hot August nights in Kentucky, sleep was like a fever.90 degrees at 1AM and your pillow and the sheet beneath you damp with perspiration. Wake up and the romm is filled with darkness,heat,and moisture,and thoughts of the girl in your homeroom class who gave you a second look only to see you blush. Some moonlight seeps through at the window,the sash is raised in hope of a breeze...so you go there and peer out through the screen and into the hot night,and you hear the low,almost impercebtible bass tone from a barge whistle down on the Ohio River,5 miles away. Listen closer and you can almost hear the cold water bashed by the blunt bow,dull thump of a black tree trunk rolling away in the moon-speckled wake.

You lie back down in silence and now it comes again whoooooo, and as you turn the pillow over to find a cool spot,you close your eyes,and it seems you can even hear the thrumthrumthrum of the engine on the River, and along the surface it pulls you, and down, down into the depths of your dreams.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Naemanson
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 02:40 PM

Ah, Lonesome EJ, you been there!


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 02:41 PM

We know how you feel. Although it hasn't been anywhere near that hot here, it's been really humid and muggy today. Travelling home on the Underground was particularly grim..... we can put men on the moon, split the atom and shred DNA, can we get air conditioning on the Tube? Can we buggery....

Recent tests showed that commuters were travelling in conditions that we don't allow our animals on the way to slaughter to travel.....

Hope it feels cooler soon, try 'In the Bleak Mid-winter' all that frosty wind mooooaaaaaanning.... brrrrr!

LTS


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: paddymac
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 03:14 PM

Well, if I was "Roasting away in Dallas or Ft. Worth" (apologies to Jimmy Buffet), I'd probably be thinking about "Redneck, White Socks and Blue Ribbon Beer", or a bit o' "The Crature" or "Real Old Mountain Dew", maybe with some "Hot Nuts" on the side. :>)


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Jeri
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 03:34 PM

Áine, if it makes you feel any better, I was in Kuwait in Jun and Jul of 98. It normally got up in the 120's in the daytime, and sometimes highter. The cold water in the shower was a chilly 113F/45C. It got down to 90 one night, and people put jackets on. (No, I'm not exaggerating.)

80-something here, with 51% humidity. I almost did an "impulse" purchase of an air conditioner earlier.

Allison, Bat Goddess was with me at NEFFA, but I don't know if you met her.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Bert
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 03:50 PM

I'd forgotten that Jeri, Yes the COLD water was hotter than the HOT water and was too hot to shower in when you got home from work. You had to shower first thing in the morning. That was because they had a cold water header tank on the roof.

Bert.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Áine
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 04:13 PM

LEJ -- your description was just beautiful!

And I believe all the descriptions of 'hot' cold water. The ground water here has become so warm that we're just using the 'cold' taps for washing dishes and showers. I'm constantly refilling the squeeze bottles of water that I have in the frig for the kids (and myself!). At least that's one good result from all this heat -- we're all drinking a lot more water than we usually do the rest of the year . . . but, then again, we're sweating it right out . . . That's how I know when autumn has finally arrived here -- when the water coming out of the 'cold' tap starts running lower than 90 degrees fahrenheit!

-- Áine


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Midchuck
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 05:32 PM

I just checked the thermometer. It's about 78 F. outside here (Pittsford, VT.) But I have a big fan aimed at my office chair and it's really quite pleasant.

Sorry, but I'll tell you about the pipes freezing come January, and make it up to you.

Peter.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 05:34 PM

We have water directly from the mains, with not a lot of pipes in between. The first jet of water out of the cold tap is practically blood heat. Luckily it cools down once you reach water that was in the pipe that is more than 3 feet down....

LTS


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Bert
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 05:37 PM

Liz, I thought your water came directly from the Thames!

BTW, did you know that the water in the Thames is 'used' seven times before it reaches the sea?

Bert.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Naemanson
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 05:50 PM

I just went to check the temperature but the thermometer is gone. It must have melted off the wall. The computer weather site says it is 88 degrees F out there. But we have high humidity and air conditioning. I think I'll rent a movie about the arctic.

Plus, all this talk of cold water has made me thrsty. You may think this is no big deal but the computer use here is based on who is nearest when the seat is empty. If I get up from this chair my daughter will take over and I'll be finished for the evening. My kids remind me of buzzards sometimes. They circle patiently, waiting for this chair to empty! Gives me the creeps.


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Subject: RE: BS: A Wee Postcard From Hell
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 08 Aug 00 - 05:57 PM

The water in the Thames, does indeed pass through 6 other Londoners before it gets to me, but it is a great deal cleaner - they no longer automatically pump your stomach if you fall in, as they used to in the 1970's..... The river itself is about 3 miles away, we're on what used to be a water meadow leading down to it, gravel beds, nice fresh streams, now one huge mass of housing, built at the turn of the century (i.e., between 1894 - 1905) so lot sof corner shops (most disused now) and no pubs. Nearest one is at the top of the road, half a mile away.... and it isn't even all that good either....

LTS


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