Here I was going to throw the stupid drought a bone and give thanks for the relative lack of mosquitos in our yard recently. After all, yesterday morning I sat outside for a good 45 minutes (ooh, can I get a witness?!?!?) before those nasty little blood suckers tracked me down!! Guess that was just a fluke, because no sooner did I sit down this morning than I got tagged three times. It's not even ten AM! I did smack one little sucker and have left his ghastly remains smeared on my calf - a little message a la Vlad the Impaler, "Here's what's in store for you, should you continue to alight on this hot mama."
I had hoped I could refrain from complaining about the weather for the next few months. After all, we can count on ten months of glorious gorgeousness, a few long hot weeks of 100 degree temps aren't such a bad price to pay, are they?
Here's my plan for coping with summer in Texas*:
Unless it's to immerse ourselves in water or travel from one air conditioned space to another, we aren't leaving the house until at least 4 PM.
This is easier than it sounds. I know laying around in your underwear, eating watermelon and watching every last film on your "must see" list sounds like a lazy summer win, but it gets old real fast, especially when the "must see" list is dictated to by a very small person with a big personality and that "must see" list is a succinct "Superman". I've found that if I haven't planned anything constructive, it gets destructive around here real fast. And I know, I know, most of the time making a pile as big as you are of all your toys *is* the game, but in an 882 square foot dwelling, this game sure is hard on the feet. You think stepping on a lego is painful? Try marbles.
* I know I usually make the distinction between The Republic of Austin and The Rest of Texas, but when it comes to weather, well I might as well be sweatin' it out in...are you kidding? I'm not going to name names!
