Well, as we near the end of July I am a hot mess as I am every year at this point in time.
As some of you may remember last winter while I was happily loving the cold weather and wishing for more snow, I promised all of you hot weather fans that this day would come. That I would be a whiney, crying, sweaty, wheezing mess and that day is officially here.
I have lived here my whole life and I am still just not okay with the summer heat. Maybe its because I spent my summers staying in the mountains with the cattle, only coming home to show my animals during fair week when I was young. I don’t know, but it is not okay.
When I was still staying home with the kids, I was able to take off and spend the day up at Anderson Ranch Reservoir with them or barricade myself in the house refusing to venture outside other then to water my flowers in the morning. Now, I can’t do that, I have to leave my air conditioning everyday and can’t run for the hills at the first sign of triple digits.
Trust me, my co-workers are hearing about it too. Just recently, I might have thrown a mini-tantrum when Brenda and I ventured across the street to present the fire department with the money we raised during our Fourth of July promotion, momentarily refusing to walk back across the street. I’m not always proud of my actions when the heat hits.
Not only is there the heat to contend with, but with the heat comes the thunderstorms, we are under a Red Flag warning as I write this, and with the thunderstorms comes the fires. Those fires are the other part of what turns me into a cry baby. When the fires start up, my inhaler has to be glued to my side. This morning I knew there was a fire as soon as I opened my eyes as I coughed and wheezed until I thought I was going to die.
There is one good thing about all of this though...I guess....I might actually give up a bad habit. I’m a smoker, but I can only take a couple of drags off a cigarette before I am running inside away from this heat, then you add in smoke filled days and my lungs just can’t handle it. I say I’m going to quit every year at this time, however, this year I am also trying to save up some spending money in an attempt to take a trip to the Oregon Coast with my son and husband in mid-September. The amount I spend a week on cigarettes could put a lot of fun money into my pockets by that time, so maybe I will finally stop this nasty smoking thing this time.
Anyways, I just wanted to take a moment to tell everyone who wanted to show up and strangle me at the newspaper last winter that you are now getting you revenge. It is almost the end of July and I am hating life in Southern Idaho. There are many more people out there like me though, so please if you have a cool weather friend, go check on them, because we are not okay.