Apparently as you get older, the extreme ends of the weather start to bother you. This heat is over the top and while I do enjoy the pool, this is not the weather to enjoy it in. I was lulled into a sense of calm a few summers ago when this kind of extreme heat didn’t surface until late July and started to taper off by mid to late August. At least that was what happened in Nashville. . .
I no longer run out at lunch to pick up a soda or lunch, I stay in my cool cubicle with a sandwich and pray I have enough change for a soda if I have already had my morning one. The evenings are no longer meant to take a walk and sweat a little. I now close all of the shades to make it dark, crank up the air and watch Netflix.
Last week we had a cold front come through with a few storms, it was nice stepping out onto my deck until I realized that my body was so used to extreme heat that I ended up shivering and walking right back into the apartment.
Can’t we have a few days of temps in the 80s? Please. My hair (even with the new cut) frizzles and dares me to comment. I may end up with a pixie cut if the heat continues to attack.
And a good neighbor report, no the ones above me still play soccer or toss the furniture daily, I haven’t gotten that lucky! Another neighbor saw me gather the yard sale junk the other week, asked if I was moving and then sent his boys down to help me carry it all to my car. How sweet is that!? The best part, the younger son thanked me for letting him help carry my stuff down. Umm, I want to give gold stars to these parents! It has been ages since I have seen a kid willing to and gracious to help someone out.
Now if you will excuse me, I must go jump into a cold bath filled with ice cubes.