And not in a good way.
I used to love the heat that summertime brought – I loved being out in it… getting my tan-on. I loved the feel of the hot summer sun crisping up my shoulders at a baseball game or while sitting in the stands at the races.
Now? I still love summer but I can’t just take the heat.
I mean it.
Anything over 85 degrees?
Walking out into 90 F temps recently, I gasped. It felt like someone had thrown a wet dishrag over my face and I was drowning in the heat & humidity.
My naturally curly hair took one look around and went *POOF* — think “Carrot Top” on steroids.
I thought I had a bug on me; oh no, that turned out to be sweat rolling down my forearm!
Then it came to me.
I remembered my mom & aunties staying near the fan during the dog days of summer. How, at family picnics, they’d strategically place their lawn chairs under the largest tree, hoping for the ultimate: shade and a cross breeze. I recalled trips to town doing a “460” – 4 windows down, 60 mph.
And suddenly I understood: every summer dress was cotton and every sandal was open-toe. Every top was sleeveless and every drink was iced. (And some were laced – ha!)
I never thought about it before.
But I get it now.
I’m hot. And not in a good way.
Hold on a minute while I change into something cotton, pull my hair up off my neck and set my chair in the shade. Oh … and if you block my access to the fan … it’s not gonna end well for you.
How about you? Do you love the heat … or wilt in it?