I heard it's so hot that chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs and ice is worth more than gold. Well, it's not quite that hot. But it sure is mighty uncomfortable. And also extremely dangerous. I'll explain.
Many folks are losing electricity because grids cannot handle the need for all the electricity to cool homes. Air-conditioners are breaking down in record numbers. To contend with heat, we seek those things which cool us down. Air-conditioned buildings, and transportation. More treats from Carnival Ice. Cooler meals which do not call for oven-cooking. To endure the constant heat, we keep a fan going along with our air-conditioning.
Was it this hot when pioneers traveled in covered wagons? Or before air-conditioning was invented? Wonder what they did to keep cool? If it was as hot as it is now, I don't see how opening a window would do much. Fans, yes. Would say that they were a necessity. I remember a time when fans were simply cardboard attached to sticks, each propelled by a human's hand to create a waft of air. That's hardly enough for me these days. I can't stand to even breathe this air. Speaking of air; I think I came close to blowing up my Prius this past week due to the hot air build-up in Oklahoma City.
It was 104 degrees out. Hubby and I went to OKC to purchase some concrete stain and sealant for our floors in the house we're building. Our plan was to meet some friends from Kentucky at the Spaghetti Warehouse for dinner. We arrived an hour too early so after getting the sealant and stain, we parked outside the restaurant, put some quarters in the meter and decided to go walk along the Bricktown waterway a bit. After about twenty-minutes of that, I was not only overheated, my back was killing me from walking. So I told hubby I wanted to go back to our car and wait in the air-conditioned vehicle. When I opened the door, it smelled like a massive vat of kerosene. I choked on the fumes. We quickly rolled down all the windows and turned on the air. I told my husband as we sat waiting for the fumes to dissipate, that it's a good thing we don't smoke. Had I opened that door with a lit cigarette, it would have exploded on the spot.
As it was, we were able to air it out enough after 10 minutes, that we could run the air-conditioning with the air being drawn from outside the vehicle and cooled off as we waited for our friends. During dinner we cracked our windows to let the fumes escape. It wasn't till yesterday afternoon that my daughter told us that our sealant had a "flashpoint" of 105 degrees. In other words, we are pretty doggone blessed that our Prius didn't explode when we got back from our quick walk around Bricktown. Our car had to have been cooking up temps of over the 104 degrees it was on the streets of Oklahoma that day. Had we not returned when we did, the ATF would probably have been tracking us down to see why we put a bomb in our car. We had no idea that the three completely sealed 5-gallon buckets of sealant were that volatile.
Ignorance is not always bliss, folks. I'm am ever grateful that I was feeling too hot and too impaled by back pain to continue walking around Bricktown while we had a potential bomb in the hatch of our car. Had we lingered...well, it's just great that God works in marvelous ways, don't you think?




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