The Heeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaattttttttt………

Happy 5th of July.

I had a lovely 4th of July with Mandy and Geordie.  Cooking together a traditional 4th meal (vegetarian style:) a swim in Duck Lake (never been there before) the water was a great cool-off, and then some great LAUGHS watching “Rock of Ages”.   My second time seeing it and I laughed just as hard as the first!

4th of July comes along and it seems as if a switch is flipped to “HOT”.  This is something I have noticed since I was a child.  We could be enjoying beautiful 80 degree days and the weather system sees the 4th and goes, “TIME TO HEAT THINGS UP!!”

There have been a few exceptions over the years but this seems to be the more usual pattern:)

It is running about 90 degrees inside my home these days and 95 degrees upstairs.  The basement is cool and enjoyable.  As you walk up the basement steps, you hit step 6 and with each step the temperature rises about 5 degrees.  It is quite an experience:)

I don’t have air conditioning.  I do have some window units I could put in but I have rarely had them installed.  And if I have them put in, I rarely use them.  I find I am resistant to having them put in.

Do I love living in a house that is this HOT?  Nope.  Not at all.  It is very draining to be in this type of heat.  But what I like less are those units stuck in my window blocking my view of the outdoors and my house closed up like a tomb.

So I put up with the heat for a few days.

The first time we have a heat wave like this each summer I think, “how will I tolerate this for 2 months?”  But it is never like this for two months.  The worst I remember (at least here in Mankato) was about a 3 week spell of very uncomfortable heat.  More often than not, it is a few days.  When the heat breaks, WHOOPPPEEE!!  I feel like my brain can think again:)

I grew up in South Dakota.  Maybe even more hot days there with hot summer winds and much dryer than here.

We did not even have one fan.

That was hot.

I remember going to bed in my hallroom bedroom tossing and turning trying to find a cool spot.  I would touch the plastered walls  to feel a bit of cool on the palm of my hand.  I would turn my pillow over to find a bit of coolness where my hot head had not been touching.

It was hot.

I remember one particular night, I stole quietly downstairs to lie on the living room floor in front of an open south facing door.  We had a large pillow that I flopped down on hoping to find some relief and escape the sweltering heat…..but there was not a breath of air.  Only the sound of crickets chirping and airless air.

That was hot.

So people will say to me, “How are you holding up in this heat?”  What can I say?’

It is hot.

Love to you all,  melaniej