Hot Hot Heat

On the drive home from work today, the deejay mentioned that last summer there were 20 days that broke 90 degrees. She then provided an update on this summer – today was day 19 of breaking 90, and there is no end in sight soon to our current heat wave. Yuck! I feel like I’m going to melt.

We just got back from another Pacific Northwest visit a few days ago, so this heat has been a shock after the cool temperatures there. (It reminds me of one of the main reasons I left D-town in the first place – yep, it was the awful summers.) They still haven’t fully come out of their winter yet. There were overcast and drizzly days during our visit, but some nice days as well. A good mix, overall. We had our typical good time. Got to see some old friends, spend some time on San Juan Island with the li’l woman’s family, and even did a night in Portland (a first for us). Thanks to all who put us up, came out to see us, or treated us to food and/or drinks.

Surprisingly enough, my favorite story from our visit occurred while we were at Seatac to catch our flight back. We had plenty of time to kill, and noticed that they now have an Ivar’s in the airport, so decided to grab some lunch (for those of you not familiar with it, Ivar’s is a Seattle institution with great fish and chips and clam chowder). I grabbed a table, and Em got in line to get food. I had noticed that they had some funny bobbleheads of founder Ivar Haglund in his sea captain’s outfit, so I asked her to get me one if they weren’t too outrageously expensive. When she came back with the food, I asked Em how much the bobbleheads cost, as she had not brought one back for me. I expected her to tell me that I didn’t give her enough cash for both that and lunch, so her answer surprised me. She was informed by the Ivar’s employee that airport security wouldn’t allow them to sell the bobbleheads because they could be used as weapons. Yep, these dorky little toys were deemed to be a security threat! The reasoning being that someone could be hit over the head with one. But couldn’t that apply to almost any small, hard object? Can you imagine trying to hijack a flight by threatening the crew with a bobblehead??!!?? Turn this plane around to Cuba – I’ve got a bobblehead, and I’m not afraid to use it! We live in paranoid times, indeed…

(Didja notice I used the name of a really hip, trendy band for the title of this post? Damn, I’m cool.)