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Louisana Hot. If you've never been in the deep south in the summer, you won't understand what I call Louisiana hot. We moved to Mandeville LA in July. when we arrived the temperature was in the nineties with dew points in the seventies.

In the north, we talk about wind chill. Wind chill is the effective temperature that we feel when the wind on our bodies affects the temperature we experience. It's that blast of cold air you feel when you walk outside.

In the south, the problem is the "feels like" temperature, that combination of high humidity and air temperature that sucks the fluids out of your system and stamina out of your ability to function. If you ever wondered why the South got a reputation for being slow and sleepy, you haven't been there in the summer. From that first day in July when we arrived in Mandeville, it was over ninety degree's every day for three months. It was over ninety degree's for weeks before we got there. That is Louisana Hot.

It was my habit to mow the lawn after seven o'clock in the morning in deference to the fact that some of my neighbors might want to sleep in. It took me about 45 minutes to cut the lawn. Then there was the return to the air condition house for at least a half hour of inaction so I would quit perspiring. Then the shower. If I left the house for any reason during the day, I'd have to start the process all over again.

I know we occasionally have weather like this up north. We had a two-day stretch this last weekend. It was fair warning to turn on the airconditioning and get out the fans. Today, it's cool mornings,  pleasant afternoon's and the air conditioning is off. The only kind of southern heat I'm getting is some blues from my favorite radio station.

Next week I'm taking a break. I'm going on a mini vacation to Milwaukee. I hope to be able to touch base with some of my friends. I won't be publishing a blog entry. Hopefully, I will have more to share with you in my next post the week after.




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