Months Without an "R"

Oh, goodness, it is already too warm for me.

It's not even officially summer, and only in the low 70s--but much hotter in the sun--and I am already dreading the summer.

If I had my druthers, I would not go outside again until October. I could do without any temperature above 70, truly.

I know, I know, I'm from Texas, you say, I should be used to it.

Well, Texas is air conditioned to a wonderful 68F or lower, and only crazy ones go outside in the months without an "r."

Besides, I don't live there anymore.

But I'm beginning to think that Connecticut is not far enough north.

It doesn't help that there aren't really any outdoor activities I love, besides boat riding, but that creates its only cooling breeze so it doesn't feel as warm. Sports? No. A day at the beach? Nope. Gardening? Not enough to do anything in the heat. You can read and crochet outside, but that's not quite the point, is it?

I mean, I might have made a good archaeologist but the temperatures in Tunisia--and the knowledge that any classical site I'd want to study would be in the Mediterranean--put me off that quickly enough. If only I'd liked the Vikings or the Celts more.

So, coupled with the decreased number of formal activities, and the pressure to take the kiddos outside every chance, it's going to be a really, really long summer.