Little Mr Mahatma

In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky.

Mr Mahatma--who is a Mr in real life--lives in the valleys of Southern California with his wife, a herd of Dears, and an impressive collection of books. Pnorny!
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Saturday, June 03, 2006

Hot And No Bananas
It's 8:30 and already bloody hot. That's one of the reasons why I hate living in the San Fernando Valley. It doesn't just get hot, it gets brain-frying, temper-raising, just-want-to-curl-up-and-die hot. You don't want to move but you have to breathe and that becomes numbing. The only bright side to this heat is that the mosquitos are also too numb to move.

But it does get nice around 7 at night when the cooling off starts. The air gets a special sweetness perhaps from the jasmine and you can breathe again. But is it worth an hour or two of paradise for nine hours of heat exhaustion?

I can tell it's been a bad week because we have no bananas. We haven't had the energy to shop because of the damn heat. When my wife picks up the kids, instead of hitting the grocery store they go home and straight into the pool. I'm guilty too. When I finally finish my Metro maze of commuting and reach my car, I could on my drive across the Valley stop at a store but my thoughts are on (1) getting nearly naked as quick as possible; and (b) sleep. Food doesn't even rank in that list.

So Saturday comes with blast furnace termperatures and we have no bananas. Maybe when it cools off later we'll go shopping. Maybe.

8:51 AM

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