Okay, I’m hurting here for some inspiration and something, anything to write about. I see some of you just swimming along, putting forth blogs of wisdom, mirth (yes, I said mirth), stories about back to school, about the trash that’s gracing our television screens (and btw, they were hysterical) and inspired poetry. They’re wonderful! I laugh and they tug at my heartstrings or it reveals something about you.
Me, I’m the little kid that’s been made to stay in the shallow end of the pool.
I’m watching everyone else splashing and having fun in the deep end. Or I’m the kid in the deep end, just learning how to swim and dog-peddling rapidly, not getting anywhere. Or the kid that their parents threw in the deep end with floaties on her arms and they’re yelling, “Swim, swim.” And I don’t, I just stay there, floating, sweating in the sun.
Enough with the swim analogies, but I figured it’s summer, hot and it was apropos.
So I looked up where the expression “dog days” came from and what it means. Whatever. Read on, it’s all I got.
Why a Dog Does Nada When It Gets Hot
My intensive research is solely from the internet so you know, it must be true. Wikipedia says that the term originated from the Latin term, diēs caniculārēs and it’s mostly associated with hot weather and Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky (and also satellite radio) and way back in 1813 it was “believed to be an evil time…the Sea boiled, the Wine turned sour, Dogs grew mad, and all other creatures became languid; causing to man, among other diseases, burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies.”
That does kind of describe how I feel sometimes when it’s gets hot — languid and hysterical at times. And I get the phrensies too (looked it up, it means “irrational excitement.”) Yep. When I’m not languishing, I’m getting irrationally excited.
But the Wise Greek said the Greeks had it all wrong — that Sirius wasn’t the brightest star and maybe the expression came from when it gets hot, dogs lie really close to the ground, panting and all that, not doing much of anything. And, the expression also stuck in the 19th Century when it was determined that dogs contracted rabies (more than any other time of year) during the sultry days.
Look at that. Nearly four-hundred words and hopefully, you know more about dog days, constellations and rabies than you knew before.
I’m Not Complaining But…
I remember watching an episode of CBS Sunday Morning where the Fast Draw Guys (you know the guys that draw stories on whiteboards) and it was about the temps humans are the most comfortable with. I couldn’t find it on YouTube, but if I remember correctly, those temps are between 65 and 75, 78 degrees Fahrenheit. So, if it rises above that, we begin to get uncomfortable, sluggish and hot. Below that and we’re complaining about the cold. I don’t know where you are, but it’s hot and humid where I am.
So, I’m kind of like that dog, lying close to the ground.
Uninspired, sluggish and ready to snap at someone who may say the wrong thing to me.
I’m off to shake off the dog days. I’ve just finished a few work things so I’m going to do the things I’ve been wanting to do. Paint a room, work on a desk my hubby’s building for me and organize my office.
That is, if it’s not too hot.
Enjoy Florence and the Machine below — she’s singing about those dog days being over. And they will be soon! Then we’ll start complaining about the cold.Photo creds: Dog with fan, Fan blowing on dog