I'll be brief. My beloved loves to chuckle at the fact that I usually live two seasons ahead of myself. In summer I miss Christmas; as the backyard thaws, I'm longing for football and Halloween. But not this year.
Unlike some of my fellow Montana bloggers, (you know who you are...) I'm loving this heat. It's like a warm soft blanket, covering every inch of you. As long as it stays in the mid-90s, I'm perfectly happy. Instead of looking forward to winter, I'm remembering back to 30 below, and loving every bit of this lazy, sweaty, droopy, sleepy Friday afternoon. I got the baggy shorts on, the ice tea sittin' next to me, and the Doobie Brothers playin' on the box. Life is very good, right this moment.
This is very wierd for me. I've always pontificated loudly that "you can put another sweater on, but you can only remove so much". I've loathed summer, and supposedly I can't stand the heat. Truly, I've been replaced by a pod person from planet Hotsa.
But wouldn't you really know if you were a replica of what you thought you were? Strange question, that.
I always say there is some warped people that like the heat but instead of sitting in the shade with your iced tea, you need to be out working in it every day. Just a little different perspective.
Posted by: Sarpy Sam | July 17, 2004 at 04:01 AM
I'm firmly in the "you can always put more clothes on" school.
Fat guys like me just wilt in the heat.
It's easier for you in Bozo -- it cools off at night into the 50's and 60's, and sometimes even 40's. Here, we just don't cool off, it seems.
Oh, well. If the weather was the way I wanted it, I wouldn't have anything to complain about.
Posted by: Craig | July 17, 2004 at 08:26 AM
Face it Rob, your're just getting old. Pretty soon you will be wintering in Phoenix.... What happened to us?
Posted by: Mike | July 17, 2004 at 10:18 AM
Yeah -- we'll be calling Rob a "snowbird!"
And what you said: "...this heat. It's like a warm soft blanket, covering every inch of you." No, no, no, Rob -- it's more like a PRISON, suffocating every pore of your skin!
Like I mentioned over at Sam's: HURRY UP AUTUMN!
Posted by: david | July 17, 2004 at 02:27 PM
I am of the camp where cold weather doesn't bother me too much but when the weather starts to get this oppressive guys like me start to make their own gravy and baste in the Sun.
When the decision comes to either mow the lawn or relax in the shade with a cold drink there really isn't much of a choice to be made.
Now where did I leave that cooler? Oh yeah, next to the hammock.
Posted by: Randy | July 18, 2004 at 02:02 PM