hot and humid
It's too darn hot. Although we're down into the eighties
from yesterday's high 90's it has grown way more humid.
Pools of sweat form if you so much as lift a finger.
Starbucks' air conditioning is not working. A mother and
daughter of approximately early 60's and mid to late
thirties cuts in front of me in the line to order coffee.
They complain endlessly about the heat. The younger of the
two enters into a long discussion of which frappuccino drink
is less sweet. She wants to order a frappuccino drink but
they're too sweet for her so she wants to know which one is
least sweet. This goes on and on and on for at least 10
minutes. The rest of the people in line are becoming walking
puddles of sweat and aggravation. The woman begins asking
detailed questions about the air conditioning and
complaining about the door being open - umm, if the door
wasn't open we'd be even hotter...
frappuccino
Meanwhile the kid making the espresso coffees sees me in
line and makes me a grande latte before I even order. The
woman is still arguing about the heat and the sweetness
while I breeze down and pick up my drink without a word's
being exchanged. I slide the money over the counter while
she's still arguing. Finally she orders an espresso
frappuccino.By the way, where does Starbucks get off calling
these things frappuccino? Frappe is meaningless word outside
New England. Certainly nobody in Seattle ever heard anything
called a frappe in their little wet lives! So they buy The
Coffee Connection and suddenly expect the nation to
understand this silly name of a silly drink based on a pun
on a word none of them have ever heard? Meanwhile, Dunkin
Donuts has come out with Coffee Coolata, which tastes much
more like a coffee frappe or an iced coffee milk than the
frappuccino.
no basketball
No pro or anti basketball covert actions took place
overnight. Even the most intrepid kids seem more interested
in swimming than in shooting hoops. At the moment I am
blocked in by two van loads of kids. Not that I was going
anywhere anyway.
the mail
At last something from
Earthwatch! Oops,
it's an appeal to donate yet more money to save the
Black
Rhino - not the briefing book for my
botanical
expedition in October. How can I make travel plans
without knowing the expedition logistics?
Something from
Pan Twilight Circus - oh good, they have a matinee on
Sunday so I don't have to rush to Providence after
Elizabeth's piano recital tomorrow to make the 7:00PM show.
Instead, Nancy and I can go to "Water Fire" the installation
by artist Barnaby Evans at Waterplace and then wander around
checking out the other sculptures installed for the
Convergence
X festival.
Something from Schwab - boy they want me to move my money
around. They send me some new investment opportunity every
day. Most of my mail is from Schwab.
Something from Marine Expeditions. Not about Antarctica
though. They are announcing a "Seven Continents Millennium
Cruise". 7 continents. 114 days. $8,888. What am I made of
money? What would I do with Wilbur for 114 days?
The rest is junk.
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