The heat is brutal in Louisiana during August and this August seems to be setting itself to maintain the status quo. Yet, life goes on in the Covid era.
PawPaw plans his days to get it done before noon. Before the heat starts reaching toward triple digits. This afternoon, for example, is predicted to be 98F with 90% humidity. The heat index is going to 106 in the shade. And, there is always that chance of an afternoon thunderstorm. With this heat and humidity, it makes sense that the air mass gets unstable ate in the afternoon, and thunder-bumpers spring up randomly. Belle and I sat on the porch yesterday and watched them all around us. We didn't get any rain, but those nearby us did.
Politics seems to be the driving conversation this week. Either Biden/Harris or Covid. One topic is as bad as the other, simply because they both smack of piss-poor government over-reach. I'm ot one of those who ignores the government warnings, but I am one of those who believes that in many locales the petty tyrants have come to enjoy unchecked power.
I am watching the saga of Firehouse BBQ in Watson, LA. The owner of the restaurant was concerned about Covid among her employees and customers, and trying to do everything she could to minimize the health risks. However, several employees exhibited problems with the mask requirement, and she decided to make the masks optional for employees and customers. The health inspectors didn't like her stance, and puled her food permit. She continued to operate. A suit was filed and a district judge ordered her to close. She continued to operate.
In the latest news, a district judge has enjoined any government agency from harassing her until a hearing can be held next week. In an interview with Moon Griffon, the lady lays out her case for continued operation against the government protocols. She's trying to do the right thing for her customers and employees and she says that the support from her customers is overwhelming.
Now, I need to go turn on the A/C in the shop. I have some cooking to do before lunch time.
2 comments:
In 2011 , the year before I retired my company based in the Lone Star held the yearly executive meeting in the Big Easy . When the first days meeting was over at 11pm and we left the air conditioned ballroom the heat and humidity hit me like a ton of bricks sitting on my chest . I just thought it gets hot here in Ohio . I now know better .
One truly hopes the lady wins!
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