Todos Pesan

It's soooooo hot. Maybe for the rest of the world this is normal June, but for Saint Plotnikian Fogniks, it's hard to know what to do with ourselves. Yesterday the thermometer in our neighbor Ray's backyard registered 103. You can't walk anywhere barefoot, the flowers in the garden are gasping for breath, except for the tomatoes which are all happy happy joy joy. No matter how hot it gets, though, it's a lot nicer than the usual summer gloom and doom overcast, which is bound to return 'way to soon.

On the other hand, it maybe wasn't quite so hot in Brittany, where Blogmaid, in the red beret, was vacationing with her family. Little RR sure looks cute -- actually they all look great and not one is sweating. Plotnik is particularly impressed that all their berets match and not one is the same color.



It's soooooo hot. The moon schvitzes. Above last night's almost full moon you can see one of the home runs Brad Penney gave up in his last outing. It's still rising, just like the moon.



It's so hot. Ducknik has covered the windows with towels. That makes the dining room bearable. This morning, Plotnik took his bike ride early to beat the heatstroke. Inside the bagel shop it was a furnace. None of the kiddies were jumping around at the Farmer's Market across 24th Street -- the guitar player played "Froggie Went A-Nappin'" and the kids lay under umbrellas held by their Moms.

Plotnik has begun to think that, on 24th Street, double and triple strollers must cost less, per occupant, than regular ones. He says this because the other day he passed three doubles in a row, followed by a triple. There were two toddlers in one of the double strollers, but in all the others there were a kid or two plus groceries and even a dog.

There are back-to-back double strollers and side-to-side double strollers, all, of course, pushed by Salvadoran nannies. Plotnik asked one of the nannies which of the two stroller styles she preferred, and she said "Todos pesan." They all weigh a lot.