It is supposed to be at least 107 degrees here in Portland today, maybe even hotter if our infamous east wind comes blasting down on us from the Columbia River Gorge. It'll feel like a blast furnace hitting us, believe me. Since having all of my 'lady land' innards taken out a year ago last Spring, I no longer seem to have a built-in thermostat. I freeze in the winter...can't get warm once I'm cold...and I roast in the summer...can't get cool once I'm hot. We have no air conditioning because most of the time we don't need it in this part of the country. The last time we had a spree of 0ver-100 degree days of any duration was back in 1988, I think it was. Just to give you an idea.
Anyway, with that said, I wanted to mention another act of kindness bestowed upon us. Yesterday our neighbor Keith came knocking on the door. As a former Marine, this guy knows how to keep cool outside. He had a wet towel tucked in under his straw hat! He asked me how we were surviving and I told him we're managing...barely. So he offered us the use of one of their all-house air fans that blows air at a capacity that almost knocks you off your feet if you have it on High and it's aimed directly at you. I said, "SURE!" I know he was thinking of the grandbabies, bless his heart. Who weren't here yesterday because I had a sick day, 'stomach issues' and a killer headache from the heat. They'll be here today, tho, and I know they're going to love squatting in front of this thing all day long. I'll also keep cool water in the bathtub and plunk them in there periodically thru the day. We'll manage.