The Pause That Refreshes
I'm so dry I'm spittin' cotton,
--Bus Stop (1956)
The cups that cheer
but not inebriate
--William Cowper_________________
NOTE: RangerAgainstWar will not publish 'til next Monday. RAW's "Out on the OP - LP" feature will be back for those seeking advice or wishing to share sundry thoughts.
It is beastly hot here in the swamp, a real swelter -- still 90 degrees at 9 p.m. The moon even looked like it was melting. One survives on that abomination -- iced tea (but not the Southern sort, superaturated with sugar) -- and only has so much energy at such times, so we're taking a little break. RAW will be taking it on the road next week, seeking a respite of even a few degrees. We have lots of thoughts brewing, so please stick with us.
Meantime ...
Labels: hot in the south, mojitoes
posted by Lisa at 10:54 PM
2 Comments:
Here you are, mi linda florita. May I fan your temples?
Many of these turistas sweat so vilely in this heat, may I say what a pleasure it is to see a woman who glows so daintily..?
FDC,
Just what I was hoping for in mi cabana lad :)
L.
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