Hope you’ve enjoyed the heatwave this week, especially those of you who cursed the single digit temperatures of winter. Sometimes, we get what asked for, don’t we. I
I love hearing people from the southwestern U.S. dismiss our high temperatures, by pointing out that it was 114 degrees in Phoenix last week. “But it’s a dry heat,” they like to say. (As I write this it is actually 112 degrees in Phoenix, so those folks are making that stuff up.
But, to be honest, I don’t care if it’s 99 in Garner or 112 in Phoenix, it’s hot all over everywhere.
The hottest day I ever remember came one year when I was a teenager. Our parents and sisters were at the beach for a week and my brother and I were left to tend to work on our hog farm. For some reason, which eludes me to this day, we chose that day to cut the grass on the hill between two of the hog houses. That meant using a sickle. We did it and we were proud after we finished, but it clearly qualifies as a dumb thing to do in the extreme heat.
So make sure you drink plenty of fluids. Keep yourself hydrated and don’t become the subject of a news story about the person who passed out in the heat. It just wouldn’t be cool
Editor’s note: Last week’s column promised a look at Garner, IA, the third of three town’s named Garner in the U.S. That column will appear in next week’s edition of the Garner-Cleveland Record.