The view from The Kumquat.
So, I complain about the heat, and it starts to rain and hail. The temperature has dropped at least ten degrees in the last hour (maybe more), which means I can wear long pants in comfort.
Everyone in Silver City is happy when it rains -- even the homeless hippy in his sarong (but he's always happy).
At The Curious Kumquat, we have a dress code that doesn't allow shorts. I wrote the dress code, and I've been breaking it this week. It's just too hot for long pants.
What really burns me up, however, is all the women running around in summer dresses. When the dress code says "no short pants," a woman can put on a little cotton shift. She can look classy and comfortable all at once. She can even look over-dressed for Silver City, and stay cool as a cucumber.
There is one guy in town who wears sarongs year-round, but he's an intentionally-homeless hippy dude. Unfortunately, I don't think I could pull a skirt off as well as he does without a good dose of wacky tobaccy and a lack of personal hygiene -- neither of which are my style.
One of the reasons I can't wait until January 20, 2009 (Bush's last day, for those who don't know) is that, after that date, I will probably never receive the video of the kid pretending to be Bush in my Inbox again. You know the one -- the email is always titled This Kid Deserves an Oscar. I can't count the number of times that thing has shown up in my Inbox, and I didn't even finish watching it the first time.
I know they gave an Oscar to Al Gore for his Global Warming snore-fest, and I haven't really respected Oscar since Forrest Gump swept the 1994 Academy Awards, but they haven't sunk that low.