Summer is no longer my favorite time of the year.
When I was growing up I couldnâ€™t wait for summer every year. Since I was an only child and we lived in the country outside a (very) small town, my childhood was a very Calvinistic experience. Well, without the intellectual stuffed tiger sidekick, but I was allowed to run amok on my own. Yes, it was a different world then. We often didnâ€™t lock our doors at night either.
But I digress.
I would endure the final few sweltering days of the school year with as much patience as I could muster. Our school building had been dedicated by Eleanor Roosevelt and didnâ€™t have air conditioning. But I could deal with it because I knew it meant summer with all its adventure was right around the corner. Iâ€™m sure it didnâ€™t help my grade point average at all to be taking finals with my brain frying from the heat but somehow I muddled through.
These days it seems I have to endure much more than a few sweltering days. There are vast stretches of the year of what I call Summer. I broaden the scope out a bit beyond the calendar season.
My definition of Summer is any day the temperature gets above 75F (24C). I figure my definition on the fact that we keep our air conditioner set at 74 in the summer and if it gets above that we have to close the windows. I know itâ€™s not at all scientific. But it works for me.
Down here in the Southeast we not only have the heat, we get the humidity smothering us like a wet wool blanket. Thereâ€™s nothing quite like breaking a sweat just walking the 35 feet across the parking lot to your car. I suppose that partâ€™s not so bad though because you know when you get there you are going to climb into a blast furnace. And it will take approximately 18 minutes before there is any noticeable temperature difference in the flow coming out of the a/c vents.
If youâ€™re trip happens to be over 45 minutes long the interior might actually get cool enough for you to stop sweating. But the a/c probably wonâ€™t be able to dry out your shirt until after the sun goes down. By that time youâ€™re bound to notice some interesting smells are following you around.
It must be a sign of aging. Something I so looked forward to when I was a kid now fills me with a sense of dismay.
Thank God for air conditioning!
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