It's too darn hot

This right here...this is why summer is my least favorite of all 4 seasons.  102 is absolutely, without a doubt, too unbearably hot.  In my opinion the hottest summer should ever get is 85 degrees.  Plenty hot enough to swim, but not so much that you bake.  My flower beds are filled with weeds and my lawn is going unmowed because I can't stand the thought of doing yard work in these temps.  I just don't handle heat well.  My face turns bright cherry red, I get unpardonably irritable, and then I start feeling lightheaded.  Next thing I know I'm on the ground with my head between my knees.  Trust me, it's not a pretty picture.

So today we went to Cherry Hill to combat the heat.  I carefully picked a spot that would have full shade the entire time we were planning to stay.  And then spent my time either floating around in the water or sitting on my lounge chair in the shade.  I have to admit, it was rather funny watching people do the "holy-wow-my-feet-are-burning-(!!!)-on-the-concrete" dance as they made their way between pools and waters slides barefoot.  You know the dance I'm talking about....the one characterized by a lot of hopping, skipping and running, accompanied by outbursts such as "oooh, ooh, ooh!!" or "hot, hot, hot!!!" or "ouch, ouch ouch!!!"  And yes, the outbursts are almost always bunched in threes with many exclamation points.  I got pretty good at the dance myself today.

I'm looking forward to the weekend and the forecasted thunder storms with their slightly lower temperatures.  Regardless of the fact that meteorology is not an exact science and I have been let down time and time again with promises of rain or snow or pleasant temperatures or what have you, that didn't materialize....I am once again holding out hope.  Because at this point, what else can I do?  You know...other than sequester myself inside hermit-style for the foreseeable future...