new theme for the week

Have I told you how hot it is here in Northern California? Aren't northern countries supposed to be cooler than southern countries? Well, so much for that theory of geography. We're sweatin' with the oldies, the newies and all the in-betweenies. Tomorrow is scheduled to 102 degrees, but who the Hades cares whether it's 101 or 102 or 105. Once it goes over 100, all of us find our deodorant failing to work, beads of perspiration rolling down our faces and, for those who wear eye make-up, the sweaty racoon look is in! On hot days, you wake up, take a shower and feel refreshed, then you put on your clean clothes, your make-up and you walk out to your car (which, by the way, doesn't cool down until you get to work and so your make-up--so carefully applied--is now dribbling down the crevices and wrinkles of your face making your face look like a relief map from Alice Cooper's back pack). Hair flattens out, and clothes cling. Now the combination of the melting make-up, the wet, pinhead hairdo and the clinging clothes is a sight to behold. I'm just not sure who should be beholding it. Old folks will pass out from the shock. Small children will need years of therapy and teen-agers will take more drugs because they won't want to deal with this kind of reality. On that happy note, I'll say good-night and go turn on the AC...