Notes From a Hot House
Here’s a few random notes for the here and now readers among you.
If you’re reading these notes there and then, I apologise.
Bear in mind that it’s very hot in KC this early August day and I might be a touch tetchy at the moment.
• A reminder that tonight The Fuchsia Band play Kansas City, when the boys from Cork do their stuff at Eddie Delahunt’s Cafe & at 45th & State Line at 7-ish. The boys were in fine form last night at O’Dowd’s, and indeed looked to be putting on a little weight.
• It is 86 degrees inside my house. That’s 30 degrees Celsius. The dog won’t speak to me. This is bad for a talking dog. Outside I believe it’s 130 or something. Animals and small people are dropping dead along the trail.
• I found a tennis ball on the way home last night. Honestly. I found two in fact but decided only to pick one up. Have you seen the size of the shores in this city? Animals and small cyclists fall down them routinely. How many balls are underneath KC?
• Every time I look at the webcam facing O’Connell Bridge in Dublin, I see rain. Could it be that it really has been raining for 60 consecutive days and all my contacts in Ireland aren’t lying to me. Rain. Doesn’t that sound nice?
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Eolai, it was 30C in the house today and Jack was barking his fucking head off until I turned the AC on. Plus the air quality is totally shite from all the smog. My hair is as frizzy as a sage brush from all the humidity.
Blech.
Poor Jack - I know he’s older than my unhappy dog.
It’s been 30 C in here all day Medbh but with the A/C on. I don’t have any options to get it cooler. The poor little window unit is trying to cool down all of south Kansas City. And it’s not succeeding.
We’re not having you on, Eolaí.
See the monthly rainfall for Casement (Baldonnel). Scary stuff.
We had a dry spell from 30 July through 2 August. A whole four days! Then the weather played catchup and treated us to 57mm (I’m guessing over 2inches) between 18:00 on Saturday mid-day on Sunday gone.
We’ve had so much, that my dog doesn’t mind anymore. He used run for cover at the first couple of drops. Now he potters around the garden oblivious to even the heaviest downpours.