Days like these...

As I scoot around our property on the old John Deere riding mower under the blazing sun and humidity this morning - thunderstorms predicted for later, don't you know - I'm reminded of the first time my dear old paternal grandmother came to visit Dad, Mum and the kids in Canada (Waterloo, Ontario) one August in the mid-70's.

Stepping off a charter flight from Prestwick, Scotland, she emerged in her finest tweed suit, and was quite unexpectedly gob-smacked by a veritable wall of searing heat and oppressive humidity; she exclaimed in her best south west-side of Glasgow accent, "Gosh, it's hot!"

To this day me, my brother, the 'Hood, even nieces and nephews exclaim this short, loaded-wilh-all-kinds-of-unspoken-meaning-phrase whenever the thermometer goes above 80 degrees.

It's our version of the Canadian vernacular, "Hot enough for you?"