Hello, it’s me!
We moved down here full-time on June 25. That day, we filled up the gas tank in Lake Havasu, where it was 122 degrees outside … in the shade. Few noticed, but my eyes boiled steam that day.
And they’ve boiled steam ever since.
This is particularly problematic when I need to tinkle … or worse.
I look outside and think to myself, “God, I don’t want to tinkle out there.” I’ll ask Dad to provide an alternative solution.
He’ll look at me and say “do you want to go outside?” And I’ll give him a look of terror that mirrors this …
But Dad will try to pick me up … I can’t go for that … no can do …
Yup, he can’t get under the table … see, I’m downright nimble, #amirite?
And if he tries to coax me out from under the table, I’ll find other places to hide.
Unfortunately, Dad will get me, somehow … and when he takes me outside, I’ll jump on the first neighborhood golf car and attempt my own getaway to cooler locales. But it is hard to reach the steering wheel. You’d think engineers could design these things better.
There are even times when I’ll eat a whole pint of frozen custard in an effort to cool down after going out and doing my duties.
But then something happened … yesterday … the storm clouds passed.
And as the sun set, one could perceive that change was in the air.
This morning I awoke to significantly cooler conditions. It’s not even 90 degrees out and it’s almost noon!
Yes – fall is in the air!!
And I decided to spend a good portion of the morning outside, enjoying the comparatively refreshing conditions.
I thought it might be nice if Dad worked outside while I relaxed, but no, he’s looking to drop another 7 or 8 degrees before he’ll join me outside to work.
And so I asked Dad to come back in …
I spent nearly three months in a boiling cauldron of an environ … and then, all at once, it ended … overnight. Hello There Fall, my dear friend! Take Care Summer, see you on the other side in eight months.