Boiling

Last night at around 8 PM, I looked at the thermometer outside the kitchen window. True, it had the sun baking on it, but remember, this is Alaska. ALASKA.

It read 90 degrees! It was boiling. Fortunately, most of the living areas of the house are in the back where it's much cooler at night. Still, one bedroom, my study and the dining room are all doubling as saunas. If this keeps up, we'll definitely have to invest in a portable air conditioner.

I have set up a deck-top garden of tomatoes, herbs and lettuce. They are all wilting. I should figure out how to drag the outside hose up to the deck so I don't have to carry pot-fuls of water to revive these sad plants.

The weather report for the weekend predicts a high of 62, so I could be eating these words. But I don't think so, because I really, really like it cool and do not like the heat. Yes for the beautiful sunshine and bright blue skies. But let the temp hover - at the most- in the low 70's and I'll be happy.

You see, the water around here is about 400 feet deep, right off the dock and is probably a toe-numbing, frostbiting 45 degrees. Really. So if you can't swim to cool off, then bring on the low temperatures!