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Saturday Global Warming

Last week, Bob mad reference to the above graphic. I’m in the orange zone. Traditionally, in the summer, we should be in the white or blue zones. Absolutely terrible! I couldn’t imagine living in the brown, pink, “flesh,” or yellow zones. I’d likely kill myself rather than suffer such a near death experience.

Quite unintentionally, we ended up swimming nearly every day this week. It started last Sunday when we were at the cottage. (All the good families of Ontario have cottages–it is proof that you are a member of a good family.) Fortunately, we only live about a half hour from the cottage and we went up there under the theory that because there are more windows at the cottage than at our place and because it is on the water, that it would be possible to have a lower temperature (or, at least, the illusion thereof) at the cottage.

Mica and Gordon had had baths the previous day at a charity dog wash. For whatever reason, Mica’s fur was a bit oily–perhaps because they didn’t get all the shampoo out. So, I hosed her down and then played some fetch in effort to dry her off. The ball fell into the water and she went in after it. I didn’t expect that. She then panicked because she didn’t know how to get out. I pulled her out and she was a bit upset, but from then on, she really enjoyed being in the water. Eventually, Blythe came down to see us and she tried to call Mica over: the most direct route was by water. Mica started on her journey (all of about thirty feet) and then panicked again, so I had to go in and help her out–my first time being full-body wet that was not caused by (1) a bath; (2) a shower; or (3) rain in about about a decade.

That’s me swimming!

So, we went swimming in this fashion on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. (Friday is Falafel Friday and that entails going into the Falafel Hut in the city to pick up ingredients; this meant that we didn’t make it to the cottage.) On Wednesday night, the swim was very short: only about twenty minutes because, honestly, I had never seen so many mosquitos in my life. We were both absolutely covered in them. Literally dozens on us at any given time. It was very unpleasant. On Thursday, everything was going well until about 8:00PM when the horse flies came out. We hadn’t seen horse flies all week long (but many, many mosquitoes and deer flies). The horse flies were easily between the size of hummingbirds and sparrows. I have a bite on my middle toe (left leg) that is as big as the toe it is on.

If it isn’t the environmental consequences of global warming that gets us, it will certainly be the mosquitoes, deer flies, and super gargantuan horse flies.



July 23, 2011 - Posted by | Small Talk About the Weather


  1. our apartment had a brief power and longer internet with tv outage so i went to sleep at 9 pm
    i like how the comment box preserves my comment if i change my mind to comment and go elsewhere and come back to find it still there not posted

    Comment by read | July 23, 2011

  2. Luckily, Dallas by this time of year is too hot and dry for flying biting bugs. The ants get real thirsty though I had to kill an expedition this morning. Sand fleas are active. Wasps are hungry.

    I take the dogs swimming (and walking) every Friday morning. In cooler rainier weather I do it several times a week, at a variety of locations…in this season it is harder to find cleanish water and shade. The male dog if inspired will chase a duck 100-300 yards into the lake, come back and hang out twenty yards from shore in shallow water in embarrassment. The female is smart enough to know she won’t catch one, or too dignified to pretend. Both dogs do not like cliffs, drop-offs, or other conditions where they don’t know how deep the water is. So concrete pools are out.

    The latest map is getting back to normal, with Dallas-OKC the hottest places after Needles. We actually haven’t been so bad this year so far, hovering around 100, now moving up to 105. Of course that is steady, with no hint of change or break. 6-7 weeks to go before I can take the dogs for the 5-mile daily adventures (did fifteen miles once) we enjoy 8 months a year. I grew up around the Great Lakes, and the 60-70 degree Januarys are adequate compensation for 100 degree Julys

    Comment by bob mcmanus | July 24, 2011

  3. One of our dogs (now deceased) used to chase after swans in the Rideau River. He was always surprised to find out how belligerent the swans were when he finally got close to them–they weren’t interested in being friends.

    It’s only 24 today! But, thunderstorms are forecast for most of the week and temperatures are expected to get into the 40 range by the end of the week. Having not cut the grass in a couple weeks, I wanted to get it done during the next reprieve. That won’t happen if it is pouring rain and lightning is landing all around me.

    Comment by Craig McFarlane | July 24, 2011

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