The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The tent which D set up for me has stayed up in the backyard for two weeks now. Providing me with an option of sleeping outdoors if the bedroom becomes unbearably warm during the two heat waves. I slept in it again last night. In exchange to the hard ground and the outside noises, I get to enjoy a mosquito-less and comfortably cooling slumber.
As today’s temperature is predicted to reach a record 37°C, I am seriously considering another night in the tent. That is, if I dare to brave an early morning storm. Stormy tent or stuffy bedroom? Damn dilemma…
This morning, I ate a self-made tomato shallot chutney for breakfast. The jammy tomato concoction which I spread generously on pieces of bread is utterly yummy. I had to stop myself from finishing the whole jar at one sitting. Fortunately, I do not have any cheese at home!
As a result of yesterday’s cooling wind, today’s temperature hovered around the comfortable mid-20s. Enjoy it while it last, people. Tomorrow we are going to hit the 30s again.
My latest batch of sun-dried tomatoes are stored in jars marked as ‘heat-wave tomatoes’. Since I only have one fresh tomato in the fruit basket, I shall think of another menu-experiment-project for the following days.
Adapt or die, baby…
Today started out as a typical Wednesday. In the morning, I checked my weight with the Wii board. When D got up from bed, I did some quick dusting and wiping around the house.
At lunch time, we cycled to D’s parents to enjoy a barbecued fish together. The few hours of eating, chatting and making the best of the warm dry weather went past swiftly. We even helped removed a well-rooted garden plant before our departure! From the parents’ home, D and I proceeded to De Gavers to see if we can buy a pot of local honey. Unfortunately, we were told that the bee-keeper has been sickly, thus this year’s honey production will be rather doubtful. Not wanting to drink at the café, we continued on biking about the cool green surroundings of the lake before heading home.
In the late afternoon, we joined some neighbours at the speelstraat (play street) pop-up bar. The time flew by, dinner time came and went and I almost forgot to call mom for our Wednesday chat. I left the gathering hastily, ate some sandwiches and then called to provide mom a listening ear. What a day this has turned out to be…
D and I have not seen a pair of friends for more than a year. So not too long ago, we invited them over to the house for a barbecue this evening. Guess what? It turned out to be the warmest July 26th ever recorded here in Belgium. Oh and we decided to serve fries along with the grilled meats. Yep, that is how D and I roll. Againts the current, baby!
Despite the heat, the evening turned out to be quite lovely. It felt good to reconnect with people we seldom see.
Today is the first day of a week-long heat wave! Since we are currently in the middle of a serious drought, the upcoming dry heat will definitely be fatal to a lot of living things. For weeks, grass has dried up and gone dormant. Certain plants will not survive this summer. Heck, there were already a few drownings in the past weekend when we were still below the 30s. These poor souls wanted to cool off by jumping into a body of water. Unfortunately, there are some of us who are oblivious to the dangers of thermal shock.
It rained a little yesterday. Enough to have made our terrace wet. D said that the short light rain was like tiny droplets on a hot pan. We probably need like days of heavy rain to replenish the water tank and to water the plants sufficiently. But in my opinion, every drop counts. I am a glass half-full type when it comes to facing the dry season. It might be my imagination, but the grass seems a bit greener this morning.
My small harvest of purple beans, green peas and end-of-season strawberries. Look at the lovely colours!
This Saturday afternoon, many are glued to the TV watching the World Cup match between Belgium and Tunisia. Because I cannot sit still for too long and because I have many things to do, I chose to leave the TV on to listen to the commentator and to glance at it now and then.
I was busy reading the current news and recommended articles on my computer upstairs when I came across an article written by Romelu Lukaku. Here is a note-worthy statement from the essay entitled I’ve Got Some Things to Say:
Those people weren’t with me when we were pouring water in our cereal. If you weren’t with me when I had nothing, then you can’t really understand me.
Fortunately for me, I never had to add water to my food or drinks. Physical hunger was never an issue in my life. Nevertheless, growing up in a what-was-then third world country, I did experience the lack of water, day-long black outs, unpaved roadways, and dealing with corrupted people. I know and therefore understand mental hunger and bitterness. I know how this anger can drive some of us.