Oh it’s going to be a hot summer. Our sad little window air conditioner is chugging away, “I think I can, I think I can,” while the electric fan is going full blast and it’s only May. Last night, Eddie used the oven and we thought we were going to pass out of heat stroke. I thought lugging loads of clothes to and from the laundry room was bad in winter, it might be worse in the stifling heat.
I think there will be moments this summer when I long for my old backyard swimming pool and central air, our body rafts that we floated on while sipping cool lemonade and wearing our big straw hats. Sigh.
But I’m learning season by season to live in this vastly different area. And when I’m not dwelling on what I miss, I am free to focus on all the amazing things I’ve never seen before. Who says a backyard swimming pool is better than endless music festivals, shopping, museums, and the beach anyway?