Summer (Or, ‘Didn’t I say last year I wasn’t staying in the desert?’)
Summer has crept into the desert wearing steel toed boots.
Got into my car after work today greeted by a balmy 121 degrees (that’s 49.44 Celsius). Cooled down to about 119 by the time I arrived home and was able to safely remove my cardigan.
It’s that time of year that you sleep on top of the covers, listen to the night song of the air conditioner whirring. The time of the year I find my dog laying directly on top of the floor vents – hogging the relief of cool air.
You know that ‘whoosh’ of hot that hits your face and arms when you open a pre-heated oven? That’s pretty much how it feels to open the front door in the morning.
The thing is, you get used to it. Even when tar from the store parking lots stick to your flip flops, there is no flinching. Just a knowing and respectful acknowledgment.
Getting used to the juxtaposition of ‘outside’ and ‘inside’ is a skill you acquire too. Layers. Layers of Summertime ‘outside’ undergarments and air conditioned ‘inside’ outerwear is required. (Say that three times fast.)
Being English, I do not ‘tan’. I keep my fair complexion, and I’ve adapted.
I marvel at the tourists in their tank tops and shorts, panting as they reach the oasis that is the door to their destination. I was that person years ago!
Now I slowly stride near them, in my long sleeved work tops with an air of ‘Yes, I am of the desert. My people do not fear the heat’.
I jest. I fear the heat. It’s directly related to fear of the electric bill.
I HAVE to have a cover on me at night. I sleep under a cotton sheet with a fan at the foot of my bed. The A/C is set at 85 in the house. Much to the chagrin of guests who keep their homes in the 70’s.
Good thing I don’t have many guests I suppose.
Unless we’re counting the Summertime creatures … but that’s for another post.
Things I learned this week
- I need to blog more
- You can’t see a falling star unless you’re looking at the sky. I used to see one every night – when did I stop looking?
- I can still squeal like an 8-year-old girl. I came across this creature at work. My first reaction was squeal and shut door. My second? Get someone to come with me so I could photograph it. Over 6 inches w/tail flat!
- It’s okay to accept help when it’s on behalf of someone you love. This one was a tough one for me. But I’ve realized due to simple math, that there’s no way in heck I can save up the money myself to send Nic to the UK. I’d sell an organ to get him there if I could! But I’ve taken a softer, gentler route and tried saying “Yes, thank you” when friends have offered to help. A first for me.
- When it rains, it pours. After having my tooth pulled, another one broke. And when it rains, friends come out with umbrellas
- Sometimes when a dog ‘scoots’, they do not have worms, but it doesn’t hurt to give them a chewable deworming tablet anyway
- I have had a musical influence on my son. As I hear Dave Matthews pouring out of his room as I type. I have also made an impression on my son – as last night he and I spoke a while about deep things. Apparently he gives my mothering a thumbs up. I could have cried. (And offered him an organ.)
- Punctuation goes inside parenthesis, which makes my OCD want to go back over every single post and fix it!
- I have an amazing life. Beautiful friends and am so so SO proud to be my sons mom.