I'll be the first to admit that I don't write on my blog very often. Or the second to admit it. The first person to tell you I don't blog enough would be my wonderful mother. I recently made a deal with my friend Adam that for every day he posts to his blog I would post a day as well, and vice-versa. Here’s my answer to his wonderful first post of his experiences teaching English in Korea.
I recently moved to Arizona to take a job as an engineer. It’s a really great place and I love the work I do, and really the only negative thing I can think of is the heat. It’s almost indescribable but at the same it is survivable if you treat an Arizona summer the same way you’d treat a Colorado winter: just stay indoors and wait for better weather. It’s never really too hot in the 6:00am hour when I’m driving to work, with my thermometer in the car reading temperatures in the 80’s. Some days I can even drive with the windows down and enjoy some fresh(ish) air and blast Knights of Cydonia as I make my way to Higley and McDowell.
After work though it’s a completely different story. Trekking across the parking lot to the car is like traversing a never-ending molten sea of sadness. There is also no respite once you get to the car, instead you enter another level of hot. This level of hot is the level that doesn’t allow you to remember how cute puppies are. Or anything else that’s happy. In this level of hot there are only two things keeping you company: sweat and the light-sucking vortex of despair that used to be your soul.
Life picks up dramatically once your lethargy permits you to turn on the car and crank up the AC. Soon you can remember the laughter of children. Colors infiltrate your vision once again…with desert brown being replaced with blue and green and happy yellows and reds. Before you know it you’re more in danger of hypothermia than you are of heat stroke, but you happily let the ice-storm pour from the vents and bathe you in frozen hugs of love. I love AC.
So all is well once again. Arizona rocks. We can beat it! We have the technology and the tenacity. Never give up, and never surrender.
PS: This last week I’ve been really sad because I thought my AC was going out in my car. It turns out I’d bumped the thermostat knob so it was half-way to hot. I’m glad I discovered this today because it’s supposed to be 114 tomorrow.
5 comments:
"This level of hot is the level that doesn’t allow you to remember how cute puppies are."
Oh, Brother, I miss you like the sun misses the flower.
Oh my gosh, LOVE THIS!
Write more!
(says the woman who only updates once a month)
I feel your pain, but you have the dry heat, and I do not like that getting-into-an-oven feeling. Bless a/c!
Classic. I guess I should stop complaining about 90 degree weather, although we don't have AC to remind of of the laughter of children... We do have laughing children, though. I guess that'll have to do. For now.
How could I have forgotten? I see I even commented on your very first blog entrance, lo these many years ago. Age.
With that said, I am blown away.
I LOVE your writing. Who knew that talent was alive and in full bloom, not only in every single daughter of ours, but also in you? So descriptive was your daily dealing with the heat, that I could actually experience with you. Now that's talent. Colors and cute puppies. Love it.
OK, so I am now a committed follower. LISTEN UP GIRLS! I AM A COMMITTED FOLLOWER OF ALL FAMILY BLOGS. I am an equal opportunity gushing MOM. No favorites, love enough to spread all around. I'm feeling it right now!
FYI: I live for comments. It makes me feel like someone's really there--connecting.
Chris, can an outsider post too? You have a flair for the dramatic and a very funny sense of humor. I feel your pain about the heat. I detest it and am also grateful for AC. 68 to 78 degrees is my real tolerance level. Guess I will keep paying my tithing so the heat will not be my last thought at the 2nd coming.
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