The climate has been toying with our sensibilities. No triple digits have appeared in our semi-tropics, yet there are exhausting heat waves elsewhere. It is a feast of irony that folks who wish to get away from the stifling heat go north. It was worse there, last week.
A few years ago, J and I went to Chicago. When we checked into our hotel, the afternoon temperature had hit 105 degrees. After unpacking, we went down to sit on a terrace overlooking the river and bask in the air conditioning that poured over us from the double doors of the hotel. The staff had propped them open so that the heat outside would be bearable. Actually, we enjoyed the experience. The humidity was not even a quarter of what we were accustomed to, at home.
We met some people from Arizona who complained to us about the uncomfortable humidity.
We just smiled.
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I recall walking along the creek at the homeplace in GA when the heat was triple digits. We found fields carved out of the pine woods and were amazed. We were even more amazed to find the temps had been in the hundreds while we were wheezing our way along
Yerss, I do recall doing that. The temp was 103 or 105 degrees, no? And back in the trees, there was no breeze.
Too hot to handle for me. I prefer spring or winter, anything but hurricane season. No, no, must have power 24 - 7.
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