Hot, Hotter, Hottest

I am getting wimpy in my old age.

Let us say that sixty is the new forty.

Whatever that means.

The reason I would call myself wimpy is because of the weather outside my house.

At 12:38 pm the temperature is 98 degrees.

In my teen years,

I cherished days this warm in

Wisconsin.

In my twenties,

it wouldn't even slow me down when I worked as a carpenter in

Houston, Texas.

In my thirties,

I discovered I no longer liked to work hard,

so I found jobs in air-conditioned office buildings instead.

In my forties,

my office was my air-conditioned car,

since I became a traveling salesman.

In my fifties,

well I retired at age fifty-three so i can't really comment on that decade.

But now,

in my fifth year of being in my sixties,

I can't leave my house,

to start up my air-conditioned car without complaining!

I find that heat has the opposite effect on me today.

When it's this hot,

I don't want to do a thing.

So,

I am going to reprise a

Post

I wrote on 

Saturday, March 30, 2013

called

Poetry.
Because I am too tired mentally to think of anything new.

*****

Readers,

  check out my poem,

"1800 Aussie Ghost Story"

under the heading called

Poetry. 

If you like what you read,

comment on my poem!

I do have to explain one detail in the poem though.

There is a line in the poem that reads,

"starve the bardies."

The line is an

 Australian

slang,

which means,

"an exclamation of surprise or protest."

To my surprise,

people have read it as,

"starve the barbies."

Like that would make any sense!

This is,

Already Whining Because Tomorrow Is Going To Be Even Hotter

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.”
- Jerome K. Jerome -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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