On to Day Two of the Heat Wave

Quotation of the Day
You may deceive all the people part of the time, and part of the people all the time, but not all the people all the time.
Abraham Lincoln
(1809-1865)

I don't know how that will affect my day, but maybe it will.

Well, day two of our heatwave is upon us. It's looking kind of cloudy out there and I can only hope that a huge thunderhead rolls in and ends this misery. I tried to write yesterday but my brain cells were percolating instead of making synapse connections, so I gave that up. Besides, who can write when it's 91 degrees in your house? Not I!

Besides, moderate temperatures are why I moved to Seattle. Well, that's a lie. I moved here for some guy, if the truth be told, and then he dumped me I ended up living in this mansion/boarding house with a selection of odd characters and weirdos. There was the guy who claimed to be hiding out from some good old boys in the deep south. The transexual who was half way through the sex change process. The longshoreman I eventually married and then quickly divorced when he decided that I should support him. There was the ballerina who didn't dance and the school teacher who also eventually got married. My favorite was the guy with the Harley who took me for rides all over Seattle on his bike. We also had an engineer, a freelance writer for Time Magazine who went to Central America for some coup and ended up stabbed in the chest. There was the aloe salesman who had everyone drinking aloe juice, and really, I forget the rest. Oh, and of course, there was the landlady who often ended up getting beat to a pulp by guys who worked for her when she stopped payment on their checks. No end of fun in that place!

It was also the place where I was electrocuted. I was living in the sunroom. Everyone there had space heaters and you ran them day and night because the landlady refused to turn on the heat. Anyway, mine had been going for a long time and one day I accidentally picked up the cord (which had frayed) and got a zap so big it sent me flying through the French doors. And all the while I am thinking that this was a pretty silly way to die. You know how your life flashes before you when you're dying? Well, the only thing that flashed before me was this: so this is how it all ends!

As you know, I lived. I did have electrical burns all down my arm and I've really not been quite the same since. I should write about living in the Pink Palace, as we called it. But mostly I'm trying to forget.

So, what does this have to do with our heatwave? Nothing, really. Nothing at all.