92°F and 67% humidity. The weather girl says it feels like 108°F. I say it feels like defeat. People look downtrodden, beaten, spent. Even in their cars with the A/C on, you can tell they understand it's only a temporary reprieve. A thin pane of safety glass and an overworked compressor, all that contain the deluge of sweat eager to burst forth from desperate, sunburned brows.
In Miami, we know The Second Law of Thermodynamics. We know it well. It comes to Christmas celebrations at our homes. It likes ham.
As much as I'd like to stay inside until January or so, my dad insists that his cat needs daily feedings. He lives just a mile away (1.609344 kilometers... kilometres... uh...km...good) but in this weather, any exertion at all feels like swimming for your life through thick, hot molasses. As my father's place is ripe with novel photographic opportunities, I figured I'd make the most of having to go and packed up three recent lamb arrivals (two just showed up yesterday!), remembered I don't have a space suit - so didn't put one on, and stepped face first into the free-range outdoor steam room I call home.
By the time I arrived (4 minutes); I was sweaty, uninspired, and just wanted to go back home but I had three (3!) lambs in my pockets and a phone with a camera built in. "Aw hell" I thought, along with "Might as well."
I found the shadow Rodgers and stag A. Wright (I'm guessing - the only mark being "SHEFFIELD" over "ENGLAND" on the mark side tang) Senator (whoever said it was a stupid name is right in my book...) for a song. A short and not very good one even. Crowning the stack is the Taylor's Eyewitness Jack sent which accompanies me most places lately.
The Rodgers is poorly centered but lightweight and functional. Even if these were produced to cut costs, I feel like they stumbled onto something practical and maybe even elegant in a way. I'm incredibly interested in what it looks like under the covers but not enough to go prying around inside.
The Senator (groan) is much nicer than I expected. Perfect pull, usable and pocketable size, good heft - the only strikes against it are one of the most "meh" stag pile sides I've ever seen and the mirror-polished blade - I am opposed to mirror polishes, especially on what I consider to be "working" patterns. Not shown is some very fancy work on the spring and liners - a first for me. I thought the pile side was so "ick" that I decided to photograph it.
While at my dad's, I took the opportunity to rummage through his stuff, found the (bone-covered, I believe) pocket knife he accidentally left on the roof for a decade, and took some pictures of it. As it's not a lamb, it isn't suitable for display here, but an interesting find nonetheless. If you're intrigued, I should be posting those pics in another thread in the near future. Ten years of South Florida sun is a caustic brew and I have proof! I don't advise reattempting that experiment with any lambs!
Hope all the Guardians are enjoying their weekends and that their weather is better than mine!