its like a convection oven here hot and windy

Like early October here. Overcast, cool and windy.

The storms have passed. That was fun to listen to.

Red sky at night...
 

Up here in the North, we've been on broil now since mid June. 29 degrees doesn't sound bad, but add the humidex of 38-42 celcius and it's horrendous. To make it all the more interesting, last week near Toronto, 2 people forgot their children in cars and they died. How sad.

Hot as your hat here.
And twice as sweaty. This is a foreskin reference.

In fact bought myself a Summer hat yesterday, off the market.
Usually when I come back from the shop in the mornings (I am officially the family paper girl now) I sneeze 10-15 times. Get in, eyes streaming, barely able to breathe and one or other of the 'rents will ask if I have a cold or hayfever. I then pound them to death with a mallet because it's a photic sneeze response and they should bloody well know this by now. I then write that above their corpse so SOCO know this too, but when they turn up they look and me and my watery eyes and ask if I have a cold or hayfever and....

Back in the real world, wearing the hat really helps. I was shopping for one that shaded my eyes.
I'd post a photo, but I seem to have taken over the RFN thread and might leave it for a while.

I don't think it's sad at all that people who forget their children die, and so much the better that they bake slowly in their cars, the stupid fuckers.

Broiling in Canada
 

Hey, FYI
The adults lived-the kids died

I got it.

I was venting my spleen by sarcastically misreading your slightly ambiguous statement.

How the FUCK do you forget your kid long enough for them to die?! I know it happens--"I forgot" doesn't cut it. I'd rather not start... You shouldn't be put in the position of defending their position.

I read an article about this phenomenon a while ago. It seems that for most of these incidents, the parents have a reputation for being very responsible with their kids, and that on the days these incidents happen, there is some sort of disruption to their regular daily routine. Often with fatigue involved.

I'd venture to guess that for virtually all of them, they are beating themselves up much more than you ever could.

Crazy storms in Pittsburgh this morning - roads flooded, mudslides, and trees down. We're expecting another band of them this evening. My cell phone keeps blaring out flash flood warnings.

Lot of storms this year

Yesterday it was 98F/36.6C with a heat index of 110F/43.3C. Opening the car door was like standing at the gates of Hell. Eugh. Endeavoring to stay inside today.

Rain. We've had nothing but rain down here in NC. Flood warnings almost every day. It's getting a but old. Nothing like the rain stopping and then watching it all evaporate into humidity.

Finally a nice day 76F and not humid.

maybe. probably. I have a lot of empathy for harried parents, having been one for the most part of my adult life. I totally get it. The teeth-grinding hair-pulling tragedy of these particular kinds of incidents is that they are COMPLETELY AVOIDABLE. This isn't an accident. It's not intentional, no, but it is not an accident.

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There's more spleen, but there's no more point. I'll drop it.