There are times when I wish our Bay Area weather would make up it's mind!
Good thing is we had Friday off from Jury Duty, and considering the sudden heat wave we had it was a blessing.
I have never been so prostrated with heat before but this time I was, and I know why, and its a reminder to all Elder Goths you have got to avoid being dehydrated, drink plenty of water, for some reason many older people seem to not take in as much water, and I must confess Darklings I am beginning to become one of them, well after this last Friday not any more.
The good thing is that I had fans on in the house, but still I became flushed, sweating, dizzy, weak, nearly fainting. If it wasn't for Brian coming over via the back gate to ask me about something I think I would have passed out.
He recognized what it was and put his first aid training to good use. Granted it was only 1 p.m. in the afternoon but I was almost down for the count and not like that so called championship boxing match, (personally I think a fix was in).
I was sitting up and conscious but he laid me down on the couch, got a towel, put an ice pack on the back of my neck, took off the dark long sleeve blouse I had on (trust me Darklings I'm not shy nor timid being naked) put a fan on me and wiped me down with a wet face cloth, while the Dynamic Duo watched helplessly.
He he encouraged me to sip water, not overly cold, but cool until I felt much better and the fainting dizziness went away, my sister had come home to her house (he saw the car) from visiting a client and he went to tell her about my condition, she came over and checked me out, she asked me questions to make sure about my thinking process, and said I should nap, naked on the couch with only a sheet to cover me for modesty. I drank more water and she saw that the flushness had left me.
I thanked Brian for his timeliness and aid and promptly fell asleep. I slept for hours, waking up at 5 p.m. feeling totally refreshed Sis had been going back and forth between her house and mine checking on me and was there when I woke, as well as Doyle, I felt perfectly well but tired and just a little achy.
Sis was wondering if it would be a good thing to go to the Friends of the Library book sale, but Doyle said a breeze had come up and things were cooling down, so the four of us (Sis, Doyle, Brian and Moi) went to the book sale later, and found some wonderful things, fortunately they had a comfortable couch that I sat on from time to time to rest, but I felt much better and it was much cooler with a good breeze coming off the Bay onto the old Naval Air Base.
Doyle found some mysteries he wanted to read, I found some classic Raymond Chandler and a few Preston and Child books, Sis found some biographies, Brian was happy with a few finds on world history. But the one or two oddities were a couple of books about the Occult history and knowledge of Adolph Hitler and the work of the British Witches to prevent the invasion of England these works were about 50 years old, most definitely out of print, and just right for the book shelf of an Elder Goth.
The more amusing thing was this man, he must have been in his 70ties was about to reach for them but I struck more quickly like a serpent and snatched them first, the look on his face was as if he were shooting daggers at me, to which I just looked at him and shrugged him off as if he were so much yesterday's news.
He kept following me around the entire book sale, the good thing is I had this cloth wheeled carry bag so it was not a strain on my arm, so I decided to be a bit spiteful and buy the books, it was fun seeing his face get flushed.
But as I walked out with Doyle to join my sister and Brian at the van he followed us out and offered to buy the books from me for a goodly amount, and I said no, I wanted to read them and they were perfect for my own personal collection. He repeated his offer, even increasing the amount and I repeated to him that I was adding them to my own personal collection and turned him down.
He finally conceded that I was refusing him ---Maybe Doyle saying "You heard the Lady, she's not interested." in Doyle's best Bogie manner, so he gave me his personal business card saying if I was eventually interested in selling the books he would be interested in purchasing them, so I said that when the time comes I would give him first refusal. The man gave me a small smile, a curt nod of the head and went back into the melee of the Book Sale.
I really was glad that I had Doyle by my side, the energy of that man was not comfortable and the whole thing was strange, or maybe it was an after effect of my heat prostration.
But after a dinner of Wor Won Ton soup, Hibiscus Tea, and lime sherbert I put all thoughts aside of my Noir encounter and was also happy that I found some lovely books that I think Coralline, Chris and the twins would enjoy---although I'm not sure the twins are big readers, but I think books on their favorite football stars they would enjoy.
Yesterday all I did was rest and recover, and enjoy the news of the new Princess and the winner of the Kentucky Derby, today, I'm not going to do much except go with my sister to do grocery shopping and a bit of laundry and lay out what I'm going to wear for the next week of court duty. The gentleman's card I placed in my cabinet of curiosities along with those two books, I think I'm going to have to read them to see what was so important.
And now Sis is asking if I'm ready, so must go.