90 Degree Turn-Around

My car is very good about keeping me up to date with the weather. When I hopped into the driver's seat this afternoon in order that I might head home for the day, it informed me that it was over 90 degrees out there.

As I've said in the past, my car is something of an alarmist and is wont to exaggerate. Today, however, it wasn't too far off the mark. It was quite hot. Blazing hot. With a side of searing.

Happily, there was no humidity involved so my third floor classroom stayed quite comfortable. Sort of. Better than if it was humid, anyway. In addition, the heat didn't really start to creep up on my corner of the building until later in the day. It was almost dismissal time before I noticed that things had gotten toastier than I like.

It wasn't all rainbows and roses, though. Let's not get carried away. When the principal came on the PA for this morning's announcements, he gleefully proclaimed that today's lunch would be served outside and that we would all be enjoying hot dogs and hamburgers on the front lawn. He was as giddy as a school girl over the whole turn of dining events.

I was not. When the kids eat outside, all teachers have to be on lunch duty. So, not only did I have to do my regular morning bus duty today, I had to do an additional lunch duty as well. And did I mention the part where it was outside? On the lawn?

I do not care for outside. There are bugs outside. And weather. There is also the poo of a thousand creatures, some of whom I cannot even identify and let's not even get into the threat of sunburn. Or the fact that there are usually other people out there...

No. I do not care for outside. Or lunch duty.

I topped off the day with a trip to the grocery store because I needed to purchase a variety of common materials which, when combined, will simulate a volcanic explosion. The volcanoes my class made from flour, water and newspaper have been festering away nicely in my office for a while now and I'd like to get them blown up soon. I think there is a colony of ants moving in. The time seems right...

It is really too hot to knit today. The Tube That Is Not A Sleeve will have to sit quietly for a while. Happily, it will get to sit in the cooling breeze of the new fan I purchased a couple of weeks ago. My trusty tower fan, which was never really well-seated in its base, came tumbling down at the end of the summer season last year and I thought I should get a new one before the temperatures began climbing again.

Apparently, I chose well. The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty took one look at those whirling blades and immediately plonked his vast self in front of them. He rolled and sprawled about for the better part of the afternoon. He has never looked happier.

What? I likes fans. They cools my belly...

You could almost forget that he was the one who broke the other one. Almost.

SA