Well folks, we're here sweltering in the dog days of summer. I can barely stay outside more than ten minutes with this heat and humidity.
A few years ago, for the first time in my life I hired a local landscaper to help with my yard work. Man oh man was I appreciative yesterday when Miguel showed up with three of his employees and trimmed back my twenty-one, eight to ten feet tall holly trees. Miguel and his crew were trimming the holly trees as I rolled down the road out of my development to my job at the hotel.
I remember my brother telling me a few years ago that he hired one of his fellow church members to replace the shingles on his ranch house roof in the heat and humidity of mid summer (he lives in Greenville, South Carolina). He said "Ronnie, it was a pleasure to go to work seeing those old shingles, then coming home and seeing them all replaced and I didn't have to crawl up on that roof once in all that heat."
Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in a small town in southeastern Pennsylvania, summertime to me was FREEDOM. Each day was play and adventure with my friends. We were OUT OF SCHOOL. Sure, the days were hot and humid but it never bothered me. We (my brothers and I) busted out of that cheap ($22 a month) apartment where our family of five lived and stayed out all day until dark. I don't remember once being bothered by the heat. If the temperatures really got high, Pop would take us down to the local swimming hole. Ah, relief.
|Me (center) and my brothers at the Old Swimming Hole with our dog Sam - 1954|
High temperatures are forecast for the next ten days. Guess where I'm going to be? Right here in this house, in this chair in front of my 27 inch iMac computer catching up on my blog reading, playing online Scrabble and maybe even catching up on my e-mails. One thing is for sure, I won't be breaking a sweat.