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Louisiana summer ... "feels like 108°F" ... the condensation beads up and drips off our cold beers. Afternoon at at the LIGO lab picnic at White Oak Plantation. Sweating, sweating. Feet in flip flops, feet on the grass.
In the early afternoon we got a table, a table and chairs, the table transported on top of my VW Golf, ridiculously but successfully. Dining room table, evidence of civility. The oak did not buckle on its trip through the Humidity. Walking is like swimming.
Sitting on the back stoop ... 9 pm ... "feels like 100°F". I'm drinking rum and coke. Emily's smoking a cigarette. The neighbor's sprinkler is faithfully watering the asphalt. Lightning in the distance. Ten minutes of rain, raindrops the size of grapes. Raindrops the size of grapes and the neighbor's sprinkler continues to water the asphalt. Emily's smoking a cigarette. The rain subsides. I'm drinking a rum and coke. The asphalt steams. Louisiana summer.
In the early afternoon we got a table, a table and chairs, the table transported on top of my VW Golf, ridiculously but successfully. Dining room table, evidence of civility. The oak did not buckle on its trip through the Humidity. Walking is like swimming.
Sitting on the back stoop ... 9 pm ... "feels like 100°F". I'm drinking rum and coke. Emily's smoking a cigarette. The neighbor's sprinkler is faithfully watering the asphalt. Lightning in the distance. Ten minutes of rain, raindrops the size of grapes. Raindrops the size of grapes and the neighbor's sprinkler continues to water the asphalt. Emily's smoking a cigarette. The rain subsides. I'm drinking a rum and coke. The asphalt steams. Louisiana summer.
