It is sweat inducing, hair frizzingly humid, energy sapping, fry an egg on the sidewalk, steam broccoli without a stove, tear jerking HOT in Houston.
But I have made peace with that.
I just stay inside.
Or rather I use to stay inside. My body is changing. I think I am entering into the last sputterings of the hormonal choo choo train I boarded when I was a teenager and it is changing who I am. I was always the "hot one". (interpret that however you want to) I could be in 30 degree weather in a T shirt and love it. I made sure that my exposure to the outside was only the brief seconds that it required to go from one air conditioned spot to another air conditioned spot. And I look slow but like a crocodile I can go short distances freakishly fast.
Now I am always cold.
I am that annoying person that says. "Is anybody else cold in here?" I am the old lady who brings a sweater in her car everywhere just in case. I am the person who turns off the fan in the room.
Just plain weird.
But it has it's bright side. I think I am falling in love with my backyard. I spent two hours on Thursday just sitting and drinking it all in. I took these pictures. Did you know that there are some fascinating things in MY backyard? I sure didn't. There must have been at least a dozen different species of birds. The tomatoes that we planted are beautiful. The herbs were deliciously fragrant.
WHO KNEW?
I guess you outdoor people did.
2 comments:
I grew up in Phx AZ I totally understand what you are say. Great photos!!
I might like my backyard, if it wasn't monopoloized by a 14-foot trampoline. Yes, I jump occasionally. Right after I have used the bathroom. Or I might even like it if I ever pulled a single weed. I don't, I'm afraid.
My son is on a mission in Dallas, and while I think your weather might be worse, he had a string of days where it was 117 degrees every day... which doesn't exactly sit right when you grew up 20 minutes from the beach in Southern Cali:)
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