Record-breaking heat in these parts lately.
103 degrees in the shade yesterday.
No stagnant air factor at work here. One that would make it feel hotter than it is - just like when a wind chill factor can make 19 degrees feel like 2 below. (I only added that part about the wind chill to try to make me feel cooler. Didn’t work.)
No, the 103 is a true blue – or should I say red hot - never-been-reached-in Connecticut -on- July 22 temperature. More of the same is expected today, July 23.
How can that be? Where is this summer (that didn’t feel like a summer till a couple of weeks ago – and now feels like a pizza oven) where is it going?
For me, there’s only one answer to that question. Day by day, it’s getting closer and closer to Em and Ry’s wedding, now only 77 days away.
I remember at just about 777 days, when they got engaged two years ago. That was the easy theoretical talking-wedding stage.
It’ll be a country setting . There’s a horse farm they’re looking at.
At about 700 days a barn was reserved (sans horses). If you don’t book the barn of choice a couple of years in advance, you don’t get the barn of choice.
Then the next couple of hundred days got us through no-pressure brainstorming and lots of conversations that ended with Oh but we don’t have to decide that now.
The next couple of hundred days we had to start deciding - wedding dress, seamstress, guest list …
The next couple - fare, guest accommodations, décor, photographer…
Now there is no next couple of hundred days. Not even 100.
And I find myself thinking – the heat is on.