Come on September

Shreveport now has gone 44 days straight with 100+ degree weather.   As I sit here in the house typing with the air conditioning cranked down and the hurricane fan we usually use outside the RV on camping trips cranked high, I'm wondering how the world got to this...this, this extreme edge of the cliff in EVERYTHING.  The average rainfall in Shreveport is 52 inches a year.  We have had 17 inches so far this year.  Yikes.

I used to dread hurricane season when I lived in Houston in my youth.  September was stay-inside-all-the-time-month because it rained and rained.  I was a wee lass when Hurricane Carla came through in 1961.  I believe it was a Category 5 storm.  We had a fairly new home at the time.  The main thing I remembered was the wind and rain falling so hard we had to put towels around the window sills all around the house because it was either a poorly built house or the wind and rain were pretty fierce.  And we had to change them out every hour on the hour.  We all gathered in the den (our family of 5) and we'd take turns wringing out towels for the next go-round.  In between, we played Barbie's by candlelight.  Except for dad.  He wasn't much into that.  Hell, what I wouldn't give for a good old fashioned Category 5 now up here in Shreveport.

They could even name it after me, I wouldn't care....you remember all the women revolted because hurricanes were named after females.  Well let me step up to the box.  Coach put me in.  Hello, Hurricane Susan.  We'll take any kind of rain now, go ahead put some wind with it.  I may have to follow the ants underground.

I just finished taking Mr. G to Logansport for lunch with an old friend and it is 108 degrees in Logansport this afternoon.  Can you say suffocating.  45% humidity.

God please turn on the sprinklers...