A Word About the Heat:

[saavedra77]

Luxurious.

I realize that this probably isn't the way that most Northwest natives feel, but there's nothing, I mean nothing, I find quite as relaxing as temperatures hovering around ninety.

You have to understand, where I grew up, the weather was like this all summer--in fact, temperatures in July and August tended to go a ways higher. And, unlike here, we had 90% humidity most of the season, too--until it occasionally broke out into a rolling, Wagnerian thunderstorm.

So this "heat wave" we're having? Without the accustomed humidity, it's like an expense-paid vacation.

Plus, when I wake up, my mind is bubbling with these memories of summers growing on the farm, of blooming wisteria, grapes right off the vine, picknicks, lying in the backyard hammock reading, watching thunderstorms as if they were television on the back porch--the sort of things that nostalgic, Faulknerian run-on sentences are made of.

I mean, for Christ's sake, I haven't even broken a sweat, yet ...

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[sarrabellum.livejournal.com]

:) My pleasure. I can only imagine how hot your apartment must get.

We'd be cross, wilted puddles of lethargic crankiness without them.