Thursday, June 24, 2010
Close to Nowhere
Can we all say ‘hot enough?’
• Sue Watson, our intrepid news reporter, heard on the radio Tuesday that the hottest temperature ever recorded was on September 13, 1922 — in El Azizia (also known as Al ’Aziziyah), Libya — the mercury hit 136. OK, so it’s near the Sahara Desert, so we know it’s really hot there. And, according to Wikipedia, there are no weather stations actually in the desert, so it’s probably hotter there.
In the United States, the hottest temperature was 134, recorded on July 10, 1913 — just two degrees short of the world record (above). And it will come as no surprise that our hottest temperature was recorded in Death Valley, in Furnace Creek, Ca.
Now, ask me how hot it is in a little red car in Holly Springs?
The temperature gauge on my car has not gotten above 106 yet, but I think the gauge is stuck there.
I think that because the blower motor has gone out on the air conditioner in my car and I’ve driven around since Sunday with no air conditioning. Monday and Tuesday, after being parked in the alley beside The South Reporter office all day, right in the blazing sun, I’m guessing that the temperature hovered pretty near 150.
Tuesday morning I stopped off at my mechanic shop (the air conditioner filter was stopped up on my car last summer and these wonderful guys fixed it!). As soon as I told them what the car wasn’t doing, they immediately got under the dashboard (not the hood, where I thought they needed to look), and after about two seconds said, “blower motor’s gone.”
A couple phone calls later, a blower motor was ordered and I was requested to be back at the shop around 8 a.m. Wednesday.
Since I’m writing this on Tuesday afternoon, I have no idea whether or not my car is fixed on Wednesday.
I’m counting on “my guys” though. They seemed as worried about me driving around in the 175 temperature as I was.
• Both girls are still playing softball — will be until the end of July.
After driving home Monday with no AC in my car, I was nauseated from the 200 temperature in my car. I dropped the girls off at their coach’s house and headed home to my very cool and comfortable sewing room.
When I was a child, we didn’t have air conditioning in our house. I don’t think anyone in our neighborhood did.
We played outside all day and into the night most summer days. I don’t remember being hot either.
But it’s gotten hotter since then! I don’t think it ever hit 250 when I was young!
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