Like Manuel in Belfast, Ireland, Seattlites tend to wilt when there is any hint of heat. I hear in Belfast they have to lie down when it gets to 19° C, we Seattlites are hardier and can take temperatures up to 23.8°C before we become a pool of melted slime. Recently, it’s been 28° there. Centigrade, that is. About 82° Fahrenheit (which I’ve been spelling wrong for years). Here on Sunday it was 32.2°. No, we’re not back in Siberia, that was Centigrade. Ninety degrees US. If you need help with the translations, you can go here. And by the way, why are we so out of step with the world that we don’t use metric?
No, I’m not complaining like some other people. I remember the Siberian temperatures of the recent past.
So what’s a delicate flower like myself to do when the temperatures are soaring? Fortunately, usually even when it’s hot in Seattle, the humidity hovers around 50%. Thank heavens. And there is a breeze. Unfortunately, the apartments I live in are not designed to circulate air unless you leave your door open. Not an option. Luckily I spent some of my crazy money on an air conditioner a couple of years ago. Very necessary because the pain from my fibromyalgia will increase in the heat. And The Boyo came over and opened the window that was stuck, and helped put the vent together.
There are outdoor things you can do, too. You can go to the International Fountain at Seattle Center, Seattle’s free giant sprinkler/cooler. Everybody plays in this thing, including the big kids on Sunday during the Pride Fest. And yes, it’s chlorinated and there are ramps for easy access even for us gimps.
You can go down to the Olympic Sculpture Park on the waterfront, where you at least can get a good breeze. And see this awesome statue that has some folks in an uproar because it is anatomically correct. Or it was the last time I saw it. That may have changed.
A little farther down the waterfront is Waterfront Park, home of the ugliest statue of Christopher Columbus in the world. I’m sure they hid it in this backwater because it is so ugly. Actually, I’m surprised the thing is still there after the Native Americans had Salmon Homecoming in the park last year. Where’s Homeland Security when you need them?
Sunday was the Gay Pride Parade. I couldn’t miss it. Literally. It was right on the street outside my apartment. And although I echo Dan Savage’s comment,
Oh, and I realize this is heresy and shit, but I’d like to see less of… Dykes on Bikes. You rock, ladies (and gents), your bikes roar, but remember that old show business adage: Always leave ’em wanting more.
at least they don’t scare the dog as much as the Seafair Pirate’s cannon. Oh, and I’m not your mother, clean up your mess.