I'm quite positive that this blog is beginning to sound like a stilted dinner conversation where the only discourse people can conjure is weather-related. Like that scene at the races in My Fair Lady where Professor Higgins instructs Eliza to only discuss one's health and/or the weather. I have covered both topics relentlessly in the last few weeks. And, please forgive me, I'm going to cover it once more.
Seriously, almost all we talk about in New Orleans is how hot it is. Ask anybody. And to prove what a conversation-worthy piece the heat is, here are some recent happenings:
1. Six streets have buckled in the past week. This may have more to say about the quality of the city of New Orleans' infrastructure than it does about the heat, but for the purposes of this argument, let's say it's because of the heat.
2. There is a heat advisory for the next few days. The temperature will not go below 80℉, even at night.
3. If you're into military jargon, it's black flag weather. Or something. I'm not really into military jargon.
4. I have become quite adept at driving with only two or three fingertips/fingernails. The steering wheel is just far too hot to touch for the first five minutes of driving.
Are there any snowball stands open at 7 a.m? I feel like I'm going to need a snowball. And keep 'em coming.
Creole Belle
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