It's a low blow to Texas to say that I'm dreaming of the north since it's been the hottest summer on record and maybe it's not its fault. But I have been having dreams about lush, green Pennsylvania...about the mountains...the flowers and the plush landscape. I'm sure that in the dead of winter I would also be fantasizing about Texas... but maybe the grass is always greener, literally.
I know that this is my second entry complaining about the heat, but it makes me useless. If you sleep in your day is shot... you can kiss any outdoors activities goodbye unless you're some superhuman with an extra efficient cooling system and skin that produces its own sun protectant. I am already 3 times more tan than I ever want to be (I take skin cancer and wrinkles seriously).
I suppose in every stage of life you go through you discover something about yourself and I can surely say now that I do better with long cold winters than I do with sweltering sizzling summers. Give me the Ugg boots, the salted sidewalks, the muddy slush anytime over this dry, cracked and unbearable sun.
It rained yesterday afternoon for a whole 15 minutes. It was enough to hatch some pesky mosquitoes but not enough to actually nourish the thirsty ground. Can we fast forward to October already?
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I agree. I have a saying (probably not very profound) but "you can only take so many clothes off, but you can always put more on." I always prefer long sleeve weather, not frigid, but cool enough for sweaters and boots.
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