Weirdness

It must have been the heat.

That’s why I got crazy. And, made this picture. It’s a little bit of this and a little bit of that. It starts with a deck umbrella and goes on from there. I know. Find the umbrella. I added a couple of layers to this one. Layering, refining, rinsing and repeating. Don’t ask me to tell you exactly what I did. I don’t remember. I was working in a heat crazed frenzy.

Seriously.

New Orleans is not alone in its heat induced craziness. This “warm” spell stretches west to Arizona, north to the plains states and east to the Atlantic Ocean. Even Washington D.C. is not immune. Apparently, yesterday they had temperatures in the high 90s, with a heat index making it feel like it was over 100 degrees. Of course, that may just becoming from the White House.

Black humor is a New Orleans thing. You need it in order to survive in the swamp. Somebody wrote “isn’t this brisk 90 degree fall weather much better than the 95 degree heat of summer?”

Heh.

I am so tired of it. The dogs and I go out by around 7:30 am. Sure. It’s a little cooler. But, it’s very humid. We all come home with our tongues hanging out of our mouths. We all run into the kitchen for drinks of water.  They drink from their bowls. I use a glass. Maybe, it’s the other way around.

One of these days I’ll actually be able to wear long pants. I feel like one of those old retired guys in Florida. Shorts. T-shirts. Grumbling about those kids these days.

Sheesh.