I don't know how our Peasant Ancestors did it without air conditioning. It's 97 today, and even the dog (who's got a pretty swank life, to be sure) is refusing to go outside. OK, so he's a long-hair golden/something mix, but really. Too hot for a dog?
And what about the little kiddies? After trying to eat lunch out on the patio of a local restaurant yesterday, you should have seen poor Mali Zubs, all miserable and magenta-cheeked until we finally gave up and moved to a table inside. By that time, he was already good and heat-rashed, the poor little bugger.
Which made me wonder about all those little Peasant Children from yesteryear, and how they did it. I mean, it's not like their parents were able to pack them in ice or anything to lessen their pain. (Not like a lot of my relatives have ice boxes, or anything. Then again, they don't really have many teeth, either.)
At any rate, I can't help but think of the Wicked Witch of the West on a day like today, especially that great scene from The Wizard of Oz where she melts before our very eyes.
"I'm melting...."