Yesterday, the actual temperature was so close to 100 degrees it didn't pay to argue either way. The heat index, which factors in the humidity, was 105. I fired my yard crew two weeks ago, so I have been doing my own mowing for about two weeks now. In fact, for most of my life I did yard work for myself and others with no ill effects. I was in pretty fair physical shape during my career, but after retirement I put on a few extra pounds. I was living in Austin, Texas several years ago (when I was in my late fifties) and I decided to go and do my yard work one summer morning when the summer temps were mid 90's early. I finished my yard at about noon, and since my neighbor was on vacation, I decided to do his too. I got about halfway through and noticed I was having trouble keeping up with my self propelled push mower, and I just couldn't get a good breath (I thought I was back in two-a-day practices). I stopped and cooled down, the actual temperature was 106 degrees. I finished the job by doing repeated cooling down sessions, but I decided to go and get my heart checked out. The resultant stress test showed that my heart was in great shape. The doctor found out what had caused my concern and told me that fat boys my age should not do yard work in such extreme heat. Now that I'm over sixty, I am reduced to doing a couple of hours at a time in my bathing suit and then going directly to the pool for a nice thirty minute cool down before retiring to the air conditioned safe zone. I will fire up the old Toro as soon as the dew dries this morning and try to finish before the mower housing melts.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. - Kurt Vonnegut