It is 33 C
out there today. 40 C Humidex. That is hot and uncomfortable.
I spent one
hour outside today from 11:15 am until 12:20 pm. Not too smart. Midday is the
worst time to spend outside doing work when the sun is burning down on you. Not
only was it uncomfortably hot, the mosquitoes were also out in full force
making my life more miserable.
We have
brown spots on our lawn, which means it is infected with a fungus. I sprayed
the brown circles with a mixture of skim milk and water. 350 ml of milk to 3 ½
liters of water. It is supposed to kill the fungus. Can’t get any more organic.
I’ll have to do it again next week.
What a
tedious and demanding job! Especially in this heat. I used a handheld sprayer
that holds about 8 liters of water. When full it is quite heavy to carry. And
you have to continuously pump it to get pressure. You can’t hurry, because the
brown spots need to be soaked with the liquid.
Why did I
do that today? Well, it’s been raining a lot and it just so happens I had
time today. I should have done it earlier, though. When I came back into the
house I felt exhausted with wobbly legs and my face was beet-red from the heat.
You don’t realize that while you are doing the job. I took a cold shower
immediately and felt better. We didn’t even sit in our sun-room for lunch today
because of the heat. The only one enjoying it is our canary.
Thank
goodness for air conditioning. I pity the people who don’t have that luxury.
They must suffer tremendously. I can still remember when we didn’t have air
conditioning. You couldn’t sleep at night because of the stifling heat and the
humidity. Never got a good night’s rest. Of course, we were younger then and
not as susceptible to the heat they way we are now as we got older. However, we
were still working at the time and not being able to sleep affects your performance at
work.
Anybody who
thinks using milk to spray grass is a waste of good milk I’d like them to know
that this milk had gone bad. We’ve been buying #Dairyland milk until now but
are finally done with that. We are fed up with it going bad all the time before
its expiry date. This is the sixth time in two months that it happened. I wrote
the parent company #Saputo a letter of complaint and they sent us a couple of
coupons. Well, guess what? The milk we got for the coupons turned bad also.
Talk about adding insult to injury! We usually buy our milk at Wal-Mart.
Somewhere from the time they bottle the milk until it reaches the shelves of
Wal-Mart something goes wrong. We know it isn’t at our end, because we always
buy with coolers and ice-packs to bring home perishable goods, and that includes
milk. They should not put on their cartons 'Fresh Local Milk' and 'Fresh is never far'. I don't believe this milk is local, anyway.
Tonight
we’ll be going to watch ‘Sister Act’ at Rainbow stage in Kildonan Park.
Hopefully it isn’t too hot and the mosquitoes aren’t there to watch the play
with us. We enjoyed the last two performances ‘Westside Story’ and ‘Les
Miserable’. Hopefully, this one is as good. It will be funny.
I went fishing
with my friends on Tuesday for Goldeyes. According to the weather people, it was
supposed to be 31 C with a mix of sun and cloud. Rain was never mentioned.
Well, we had barely begun fishing when it started raining; not just raining but
pouring. I pack rain-gear every time I go fishing. As Murphy’s law dictates it,
this time I didn’t. It wasn’t supposed to rain.
I
remembered that I had a plastic garbage bag in my stuff, so I made a rain cover
for myself by cutting a hole into the bottom for my head and two holes for my
arms. It did the trick. My arms got wet and my pants were soaked, but my upper
body stayed dry. It finally stopped raining and the sun made an appearance. It
got hot and our clothes dried again. Another lesson to be learned: Never ever
trust the weather people!
Here again
is my poem I wrote about the weather people and put on my blog last year:
#The Weather Forecaster's Song
I forecast the
weather and I love my job
Because I can’t do no
wrong
No matter what I
forecast I can’t be blamed
Every day it’s the
same sing-song
I will tell you it
might rain or it might snow
The sun may even
appear
Every night on TV
I’ll make a big show
And I do this without
fear
I just flip my coin
in my secret room
Rain or shine it
don’t matter to me
Will I forecast gloom
and doom
Heads or tails, what
will it be?
Will the sun shine or
will there be a storm
To be honest I have
no clue
How the weather
pattern will perform
Sometimes I truly
wish I knew
With weather
satellites to track the clouds
And other high-tech
gizmos
I still don’t know
what it’s all about
None of us weather
people really knows
My job is secure, for
life you might say
I work for the
government you see
With this job I will
always stay
For the benefits and
the security.
So let me give you
some advice
If the weather you
want to know
Check in the Farmer’s
Almanac
Or just look out of
your window
© 2014 Herbert Grosshans
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