Downtown CinCity on a hot summer morning. After weeks of hot summer mornings. I think we've broken the record of 14 or 17 straight days of over 90 degree heat and I feel we should cool things off a bit. IMHO. What you cannot see in this photo is how much heat the bricks soak up and continue to radiate into a home. Cause they're givers.
My strategy for the day is to go in and out of a/c as much as possible while trying to get a grocery list together, buying the food, making the food, cleaning up after the food. Things need to be done here, but the 3 episodes I've missed of In Plain Sight are not going to watch themselves. Tidying today, perhaps. Dusting and vacuuming, not so much.
Dinner at this point is going to be Sante Fe Summer Pot with Avocado and Shrimp. No cooking required.
by Doreen Fitzgerald
The languid heart is on the porch,
slowly swinging back and forth,
trying to beat the heat.
The brain is in a maple tree,
prehensile toes around a branch,
studying its wrinkled feet.
The heart sips ice-cold lemonade,
ignoring summer's grand parade,
but the dogged eye looks out to see
who's passing by on Passion Street,
admiring all the butts and toes,
and that's the way the summer goes.