Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Long Hot Summer; or There Are Weeds in My Roses



Do you know what happens in late July in Georgia when the air conditioner goes kaput and you don't have the money for a new one? A lot of sweat on the forehead ala The Long Hot Summer and A Time to Kill. Both sweaty Southern stories. Disgruntled feelings also get carelessly thrown about toward the others closest at hand. The heat most surely can (and does and will) drive a girl mad and make her feel even more closed in (trapped!) than she already did.

The dogs are huffing and panting in front of the fans, and suddenly shopping malls and museums seem so much more appealing.

P.S. Crisis has been temporarily averted. A friend of the family brought over a window unit, and the afternoon rains have brought about some relief. My tempest-brewing-brain has settled for now.

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5 Things not left unsaid:

Lynette said...

I understand, one hundred percent.

~JarieLyn~ said...

I live in the sweltering heat of the desert so I completely understand. Our air condition has been making a horrific noise the past few days letting us know that it is about to die of old age. I keep crossing my fingers that it will keep on running just a little bit longer.

Keetha said...

Are you okay?? I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Thank goodness for friends who bring forth air conditioners.

Gretchen said...

A quote from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (where a gorgeous Paul Newman and a sultry Elizabeth Taylor sweat the entire time), "The truth is pain and sweat and payin' bills and makin' love to a woman that you don't love any more. Truth is dreams that don't come true, and nobody prints your name in the paper 'til you die." OK, that was a bit depressing, but what a line! Go rent the movie!!

Southern Girl said...

I love (LOVE!) Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I thought of mentioning it, too...Tennessee William was a genius, and Paul Newman as Brick was brilliant casting...

P.S. Everyone has officially moved to the living room where the window unit is on full blast...but we're still a sweaty, sultry bunch. Chilled Chardonnay in the evening helps more than it hurts. :)