It has been quite a hot week here in northern Sorocaba. The last few days have each been a 100 degrees or better and with air conditioning scarce one tries to lay low. We spent Monday in a mountain stream and so didn't notice the heat too much. This morning at about 1:55, however, was a different story.
I was awakened from REM sleep by a dive bombing mosquito that sounded like an F16 on a suicide mission. As I staggered from the bedroom and came as close to my senses as I could at that hour I realized that I was dripping wet from head to toe! I'd been under the sheets. I guzzled a cup of water and tried to remember what planet I was on. I wondered if Al Gore might have a point with his goofy global warming idea (just kidding!).
But as the day wore on it has gotten hotter. Dawn's oven thermometer is coming in handy to get a read on just how hot. I'm not kidding! Just yesterday that little gizmo climbed to 107!
Our house has a vaulted ceiling that is about 13 feet at its peak and are we glad for that! The sun broiling on the clay tile roof takes awhile to heat up which makes the mornings rather bearable. The afternoons and evenings the house begins to really get cozy as the warmth begins to accumulate and by bed time, OH BROTHER! The choice becomes, "Do I stay out from under the sheets and suffer being levitated by the F16s or do I go under and suffocate?
So, where does the pizza come into this article? Alexandre had a contest a few weeks ago and the winners got a pizza party. Since we are the new "kids" on the block our house was elected for the festivities. In just moments we will be invaded by six giggling, screaming and laughing little girls who will be dying to make (probably for the first time) pizza. It is really going to be fun!
So what that the oven is going to be at 350 for an hour. Who cares that the pizza will be really hot. We won't even notice the heat... until about 1:55am that is.
I was awakened from REM sleep by a dive bombing mosquito that sounded like an F16 on a suicide mission. As I staggered from the bedroom and came as close to my senses as I could at that hour I realized that I was dripping wet from head to toe! I'd been under the sheets. I guzzled a cup of water and tried to remember what planet I was on. I wondered if Al Gore might have a point with his goofy global warming idea (just kidding!).
But as the day wore on it has gotten hotter. Dawn's oven thermometer is coming in handy to get a read on just how hot. I'm not kidding! Just yesterday that little gizmo climbed to 107!
Our house has a vaulted ceiling that is about 13 feet at its peak and are we glad for that! The sun broiling on the clay tile roof takes awhile to heat up which makes the mornings rather bearable. The afternoons and evenings the house begins to really get cozy as the warmth begins to accumulate and by bed time, OH BROTHER! The choice becomes, "Do I stay out from under the sheets and suffer being levitated by the F16s or do I go under and suffocate?
So, where does the pizza come into this article? Alexandre had a contest a few weeks ago and the winners got a pizza party. Since we are the new "kids" on the block our house was elected for the festivities. In just moments we will be invaded by six giggling, screaming and laughing little girls who will be dying to make (probably for the first time) pizza. It is really going to be fun!
So what that the oven is going to be at 350 for an hour. Who cares that the pizza will be really hot. We won't even notice the heat... until about 1:55am that is.
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