Heat and Hellish Weather

That’s Portland sunset, or is it heat aura? Both, I think, as the photo was taken close to 9pm when the temperature was still 95F/35C on a day that registered 100F. I’ve been mostly inside, though you may have heard me whoop for joy when someone bid on Miss MacIntosh (see yesterday’s blip if you don’t know what I’m talking about). 

Libuseng will definitely get some help. The exchange rate today is 18 to 1, so if it holds till the auction ends and I get the money, that means at least R3000: helpful, but not such that it brings her to the attention of tsotsis (crooks, robbers). Some of you kindly suggested a Go-Fund-Me, but not only would that make her personal circumstances public, it would bring her to the attention of people who scam others out of the little they have. Sudden wealth is life-endangering in the area where she lives. She doesn’t have a door with a lock on it, nor does she have a bank account nor anywhere to store cash but on her person. 

Meanwhile my daughter Angel, who lives SW of Houston, Texas had no power last night as Hurricane Beryl, downgraded to a Tropical Storm, hit the area with high winds. She texted me this morning that her power was back on, but it had been “a night from hell” with winds that shook her apartment building and threatened to rip off the roof, suffocating heat, and rains that washed out area highways.

I rest in my wealth and privilege, grateful to have spent a boring, quiet day at home in air-conditioned comfort.