When I first heard this week’s topic was “When is Hot Too Hot?” I was all set to talk about the level of hotness, or lack thereof, in cozy mysteries. But I’ve had little time to think about books these last couple of weeks, because my family and I have been in the middle of moving. As I’ve been driving carload after carload of boxes and bags across town and schlepping them into our new house, I’ve been cursing this summer weather in Livermore and declaring that it’s definitely too hot.
Fortunately, we had a nice break in those ninety degree days over the weekend when the movers had to do the heavy lifting and transport our actual furniture. My boxes of board games and books were nothing compared to the oversized oak desk and practically immovable oak dresser those guys had to carry down the stairs and out to their truck.
After what seems like months but has really only been two or three weeks, only a handful of boxes remain at the old house, and I only a small amount of cleaning to do. I have to be finished with everything by Friday, when I officially hand off the keys to the new owners.
Just in the nick of time, too. According to my favorite weatherman, the temperature will be on the rise over the next few days and hit the 90s again this weekend. No one needs to be lugging boxes around in that kind of heat.
And if I ever decide to move again, I’ll be darn sure I move during the winter. No more summer moves for me. It’s just too hot.