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.
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