I remember it was on of those days where the outside temp. was a good 5 degrees higher then our own internal temp. I remember thinking if our temps were this high, we would be in the hospital, dying & this man is outside painting. Some people can push that comfort level way down. I was sitting in my car with the a/c blasting so hard my I had model hair, eating chocolate that didn’t melt on the 2 second walk to my car. I am weak, since my surgery I wear socks & sweat shirts while everyone in the house is as close to being naked as I will allow. This week the highest of highs was 106 without counting heat index. 106 will put a man in a coma & lower his IQ to drooling & this man is painting in the sun. He is a non fiction superman. & someone is paying 10 dollars an hour to paint the laundry place or maybe die.
“well, bless his heart” That is a southern saying for. “what a damn fool”
I ate chocolate in a car with a/c running with gas @ 4 dollars a gallon.
“Well, bless her heart, she can’t help that she is a lazy, selfish, pig.” I thought to myself as I shove a candy bar down my throat.
No moral or happy ending. I didn’t like myself much. Do I care more for the men & women doing manual labor in 100 degree weather? Yes. But I can’t think of them, because I want to cry, I don’t have a soap box, I don’t have a job, I have health care & a/c. Can I change anything? Not really, I can just vote.
In Alabama, we cook ’em in the summer heat, legal or not.