Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I Don' Feel So Gud
Last week, grateful for a bit of restful shade and air conditioning, I stopped at a local pub. It was early, before the after-work crowd would be stopping by to begin fueling for the long Labor Day weekend ahead. Along with one other customer, I enjoyed the quiet bit of relative privacy. It was nearly a hundred degrees outside where I'd been taking pictures. Inside, whatever it was, the temperature was a cool blessing provide by man's inventiveness and everlasting search for comfort ... little cubes of ice in a glass, sliding down my throat.
This evening, I don' feel so gud. From the heat on Saturday, the temp fell nearly thirty-five degrees. I spent all morning outside with other people, waiting in a stiff breeze for Victory to be returned to her pedestal atop the Soldiers' and Sailors' Monument. Instead of ice cubes I wanted a nice, warm latte. Now my ears ache, my face is wind-burned and my eyes just wanna close.
The wind gusts never abated to the 20 mph-or-less required for safe installation. The event has been delayed until tomorrow, providing the winds and thunderbolts cooperate.