Oh, something is happening!!!!!! A black hole is developing and look! – Shane’s nose is already being sucked in.

Ninety – 90- yes, hot. For us. I don’t believe the humidity is predicted to be too high, though.

Of course, I am sitting in air-conditioning. That is because pretty much everyone has AC today, which, in turn, means that for the most part, the outside has a lot fewer trees. It also means that in my lifetime, people have gone from greeting one another with a ‘Whoa, it’s going to be another scorcher’ to waiting until they have made it from car to mall (or Wal-Mart)  to acknowledge anyone.

I remember when we used to wait minute by minute, hour by hour, for the heat to ‘break’ – ah, that cool air that moved in after a storm. It was an Alka-Seltzer weather moment.

I just rubbed my nose and would not have really been aware of doing it had not the smell of ONION triggered my brain into thinking FOOD. Yesterday I sauteed a bit of onion (Vidalia) to put on part of a cheese pizza from Little Caesar’s. It turned out to be tasty, although the pieces were weighty – I had to eat by sliding the piece to the edge of the plate and taking a bite. Definitely not restaurant manners, but effective.

I have washed my hands many, many times since then, and still the aroma of cooked onions clings to my fingers. In fact, I keep interrupting this typing to take a sniff.

SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF

Hmmmm, hungry . . . on my way to the kitchen.

I came across a picture of Newfie – Who is “Newfie?” you ask. Well, here she is:

Here’s the last part of the above linked post:

Newfie is a Raggedy Ann type of d__l. Technically, she is from the Noo branch of the family, the Woos being from China, the Foos sweet and a little funloving, the Spoofs are beach girls who use Val Speak, the Spiffies have good heads on their shoulders and are quiet and demure. The list could go on.

Noo has always been a pleasant little thing, but sometimes it seems she is a little quirky, like a clock that keeps its own time. Sort of like the Newfoundland Time Zone that is 30 minutes “off” – that is, right smack in the middle of Atlantic Time and Eastern Time.

That is how we realized that we had misunderstood: she was not a Noofie, but a Newfie. Actually, I have a friend who lived a great deal of her life in Canada and she used to smile and say the folks in Quebec and Ontario referred the the Newfoundland folks as “Newfies” and her smile turned rather impish.

But to get to this morning’s occurrence, driving back form taking my daughter-in-law to work, I spied a cute little copperish-orange mini SUV (or would that be suv) in front of me and the license plate said “NEWFIE 6”. As we came to an intersection, the NEWFIE vehicle number 6 went on through the yellow light and left me sitting at the red. I guess she was on to me.

So, maybe Newfie is not what she seems; maybe she travels in a big fancy RV licensed “NEWFIE 1” and the little cars run around doing her errands – like getting early morning doughnuts. And just because I saw “6” doesn’t mean there are only that many in the fleet . . . She could have an empire.

Gosh, maybe Newfie is from Manitoba . . . Nah, not our little Newf.