As usual, summer has arrived way too soon. It's showing its domination over spring before I'm ready. Of course, I'm never really ready. I've never been a fan of hot weather and even hotter wind, so this means I'll be holed up in the house for the next several months until Mother Nature decides to play nice and give us my definition of decent weather. To me decent weather means days that never get hotter than 70º, we get a nice, easy, soaking rain at least once a week, maybe a good old-fashioned thunderstorm to sleep by once in a while, and daylight that last until 10 p.m. Is that too much to ask?
According to Mother Nature, it is. Honestly, a little consideration for those of us ill-equipped for this blast furnace called summer would be appreciated. I have way too much natural insulation for this. I was meant for cooler climes.
It's already over 80 degrees with almost none of the well-known Oklahoma breeze to keep me from passing out from this relentless, blazing hot sun so early in the afternoon. Our local weather-teen says it's going to be hot, hot, hot for the next several days. I think he's fibbing. It'll be more like this for the next several weeks, but it sounds better this way. I've heard tell of towns in the United States that get snow in June. I'm not sure I want to go that far but blast-furnace heat is not my idea of a fun time. To stay cool, I'd have to live in the mountains and, having been born and raised in a state where our mountains are more like molehills, I think I'd be terrified of ever leaving my house if driving were involved.
We took a vacation once to Colorado and on a clear, sunny, dry day I was terrified of the roads. We sold the car we had taken but I bet my fingernail marks are still visible on my car door. There's also a faint dent on the passenger side floor mats where I stomped continually on my imaginary brake. On a long, winding road it sounded like I was keeping the beat to a fast rock song.
I digress. It's not fair to us fat gals who can't take the heat. Any temperature over 70° is not my idea of weather fit for humans or pets. Now I know there are some of you out there who love the hot weather so please don't get mad. (You're crazy!) I do not happen to be one of them.
As I sit here on my back patio, the outdoor air conditioner on full blast, I realize that even the birds have disappeared. Maybe they have found a cooler place to wait out the heat and then make nuisances of themselves this evening. My patio is not their bathroom, dang it! Anyway, I'm taking this time to revel in my couch-potatoness.