Devil-May-Care But He Don’t

A First Worlder’s Journal of Survival, Part 2
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Heatwave Apocalypse-Day 4
I’ve just returned from my morning Yoga and I’m watching a few dozen birds taking refuge from the heat under my shaded patio. The birds are not of the same feather and; therefore, should not be flocking together. Worse, they are pecking their tiny beaks on my window as if to beg, “Let me in!” I’m no Schindler so I don’t let them in. I told my blogger friend who lives in Austria how scary this was, like that Hitchcock movie, The Birds. I expected her compassion as she sits there where The Hills Are Alive and the temperatures are cool but instead she’s started calling me Tippi. Life is so cruel.

In the afternoon, Devil and I sneak towards the community pool in our golf cart but are caught by Neighbor George. “Oh, we’re just out for a little stroll,” we fib and George knows we’re lying because it’s 118 today so no one strolls. George pets Devil and tells him he’s a good good boy. Devil laps it up. People always love him but he makes no friends of the canine variety. There will be no swim today.

Yesterday, I told Devil I would never leave him again, but that was before Clare had an opening for a cut and color. Of course I have to go. Devil pulls the pillows off the couch while I’m gone and scratches up the trash bin cabinet. He does not apologize. Then, I catch my reflection in the mirror and note in this heat my new coif has fallen. “What’s the point?!” I scoff and raise my fists toward the God of Job. I expect Devil to console me but he is busy licking himself. I feel I’m reaching my breaking point.

Heatwave Apocalypse-Day 4, Evening
Even though it’s 109 degrees out, Devil talks me into going to the golf course this evening to play ball. He does this by repeatedly throwing his red ball in my path until I break. It scares me to think if he had opposable thumbs he would water board me. We drive past Hole 2 and see a pack of coyotes hanging out under a tree. Devil bellows, “Oh, hell, no!” as he tries to jump off the golf cart in pursuit. “That’s called death by stupidity, Devil,” I scream. But he doesn’t care. He’s so excited about going to play ball he forgets to be mad. When we get home we mark a fourth line on our wall. Day 4. It feels like it’s been a year.  

To be continued…


  1. You might have to change your walk times! We have postponed Beano’s afternoon walk, as pavements are too hot to trot on before we get tho the safety of the cool grass. It is cooler today, though, so I think it’s back to normal for us. Nothing lasts forever, so just sit it out and drink plenty.
    I’d love to see some coyotes, but not during my dog walk.

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    1. Oh, yes. We are walking at daybreak. It has only gotten down to 85 or so at night but it keeps his feet from getting too hot. I can’t exercise him on the golf course in the mornings though because we have golfers (of all the nerve!)


  2. Walter has that same red ball, too! Our silly dogs. I’m sorry to hear that you are in such hotter than hell weather. But if Devil lives up to his name, he should be fine! I feel bad for the birds, though. Maybe a shallow bowl of water could serve as a cooling bird bath and some entertainment for you and Devil.

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    1. It’s dreadful for our birds and we have the greatest variety here. Last night a baby owl was on my fountain. Too dark to photograph. Our little fountain serves as a bird bath. They line up in queue, it seems, waiting for their turn.

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  3. I love this freaking post. You’re so funny. I think it’s awesome when someone can find humor, or make humor, during times of suffering. The picture of 4 ticks on the way with his paw, brilliant. Waterboarding you if he had opposable thumbs, instant classic.

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  4. Tippi, Tippi, (sigh) . . . why is it that my blog absences coincide exactly with your hysterically funny blog surges? Thanks for the shout out – even if I come out sounding somewhat cruelish. I DO commiserate with your pain, and I do it from my mountainous, 77-85 degree, lush location with a perfect ratio of sunshine to light and refreshing rainfall with my dog who never really understood the purpose of balls. My thoughts are with you. May the birds stop pecking.

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    1. Well, hellooo! Been missing you! I am mercifully heading back to the mountains tomorrow where life is wonderful this time of year. I’m so glad you are catching a break from a grueling year.


  5. This was hilarious and I thought I should say your dog is cute! I think taking him to exercise helps him to sleep and not scratch up your things. Take it easy! You do resemble Tippi, who was a fresh, modern looking actress.

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