Friday, July 22, 2011

Too Hot to Write

Sorry, blogging friends, but it's too hot to write.  My brain has been scrambled by a combination of being around 250 (mostly well-behaved but energetic) children between the ages of 8 and 13 and countless social interactions that wear me out.  I'll do a bonus post tomorrow (Saturday edition!) with some reflections on Music Camp this year.

In the three cities we were in today--Lynchburg, Charlottesville and Manassas--the air temperature was 103 degrees and the heat index anywhere from 105 to 113. No wonder I feel drained in spite of about four hours in an air-conditioned car. The maximum temperature feature today on my thermometer recorded 103.6 degrees--and the sensor is in the shade.

One note about the flash dance, which went well: we spent an hour on asphalt that had been baked in the sun for ten hours. This morning, I noticed the soles of my feet hurt and found they were a bright pink. I had been burned through the half-inch soles of my walking sandals. A little Solarcaine and I was good to go.  I guess people do burn the soles of their feet, but I did it with sandals on.

More tomorrow. I'm going to fill the tub with ice cubes and crawl in.


  1. I hear you! Too hot! I think my flip flops melted to the asphalt as I left work today.

  2. Thanks, Sheila. Just don't stand out on the asphalt for an hour like I did, even if it was for a good cause.