“You look so cool, so cool, so enviably cool.”
Tennessee Williams from cat on a hot tin roof
Today a double warning, one for extreme heat and another for smoke from a wildfire getting closer and closer. My estimate is that is only 6 miles away.
That’s an hour of burning out of control.
I cancelled a doctor’s appointment because I figured that would be sad, dying of smoke inhalation or heat stroke on the way to get health care.
Now about my cats. I have four cats that live with me in my loft. Two of them are insane, running around tails on fire fast, knocking everything over, emptying garbage cans, and emptying plants onto the floor.
The loft is next to the tin roof in summer. It is the hottest room in the house. In winter, it is the hottest room in the house. Heat rises.
Today I expect today during the heat warning to be 30 or hotter in here. No opening windows because of the smoke.
I have a rechargeable fan and one USB fan. Both small and a USB rechargeable HEPA air purifier for the smoke.
I can recharge those if I have enough solar, which is hindered by smoke and one faulty panel that makes the input way below what it should be. Ya needs fixing, except it is too smoky to do outside work. Still waiting for my shipment of round tuits.
Now back to the heat. I need to stay hydrated. My favourite drink is cold brew coffee. I ran out.
I didn’t buy more because they hiked up the price too high. I am not going to pay for some CEO’s self-administered pay raise he earned by overcharging us for food.
I was cleaning up the path of destruction from the two crazy cats. I found two full bottles of cold brew that had been knocked under the desk. Thanks, God for the coffee, and the crazy cats.
The other problem was a steady stream of squitos were dive-bombing me and stealing my blood. I needed to block the holes in my paneling, caused by cats, BTW.
The house has air leaks on purpose, near the woodstove so air can get in the winter. There is also a 1.5-inch gap under the garage door. That needs to be there to clear snow and ice.
So the squitos have different ways of getting in. I have a squito net for the bed, but the two crazy cats have never seen it. I hesitate because I have visions of them climbing, clawing, and running into it at full speed. It scares me to death.
I have a really nice screened dome that I used to use on my bed. It became a favourite cat toy. It is shredded. I loved that thing. I could laugh at the squitos trying to get in. It lasted one summer. Now sadly it sits in an unused corner of the house.
At least I have coffee. I used instant this morning and made faces with every sip. Yes, I know there are starving kids out there with no coffee, but not in Brasil.
My Starlink arrives today but like I said too much smoke to travel. Tomorrow I will go in wearing a mask hooked up to my air purifier with a hose if I have to. My internet has been so slow that it is barely usable for a few weeks.
I just swept the entrance of the loft, then continued down the stairs. That of course was after cleaning the garbage and re-bagging it. That was followed by taping every skeeter hole I could find. We will see if it helps.
Right now, have a little of that hidden treasure in a cup with oat milk.
Check that out Tom Jones at 83 and still performing. Inspiring.
This is what he used to look like. I remember women used to throw their panties up on the stage at him. True story. It all started with him at the Copacabana in 1968.
The song was written by Burt Bacharach who passed in Feb this year.
This is the trailer for the movie big stars.
