Today, at lunchtime, my daughter and I stepped outside for a few minutes. It was 94 degrees, but—according to my weather station on my fridge—felt like 102. WHEW! Even if the calendar hadn’t told us yesterday was the first day of summer, this made it clear. The heat is here. And so is the humidity.
There’s this joke around these parts that the official N.C. state motto should be “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.” Heat is bad, don’t get me wrong. But heat paired with a wall of air that feels like walking in a sponge and has you soaked in sweat in seconds? That’s a whole different animal. This is the time of year when we, as Southerners, show our true strengths. When we forget how the Northerners mocked us for our driving on snow and ice, and school shutting down for a mere flurry or two. These are the same people who are wilting right now, who would not last two seconds without air conditioning. Don’t get me wrong, I love my A/C and I use it. But I have lived in houses without it in summer months, and used to drive a car with no ventilation but some crank windows. Sweaty times, to be sure. I used to go to the grocery store and just loiter in the frozen food section for relief. You do what you have to do. And you know what you don’t do? Think about July, because usually, it’s even worse.
The funny thing is, when I was a kid, I was never here for the summers. My family left for Cape Cod and cooler climes in mid-June, returning in mid August just in time for school to start. Sure, it was still hot then, but September was around the corner. (Although September is usually pretty bad, as well. But not as bad as July or August. See, it’s all relative!) June at the Cape, back then at least, was still sweatshirt at night weather, and the water was COLD. My parents still get up there as soon as they possibly can, but I’ve come to kind of like the summers here. Maybe not the heat so much, but I love that town is so quiet, everyone away, and there are so many great things to balance out the temperature thing, like the Farmer’s Market and daylight until super late and basically being medically required to eat ice cream. Can’t beat that, even if you can’t beat the heat.
In other news, I looked at my Netflix queue the other day and realized I only had seven movies on it. SEVEN. That’s, just, pathetic. So I went on Twitter and got some suggestions—Funny People, Revolutionary Road, The Bucket List—but it’s still looking a little sparse. I guess I just don’t have time to watch movies as much anymore. Shows work better because they are short and I can get through them in one sitting. But Weeds doesn’t come back until July (I think?) and I was kind of underwhelmed by the Top Chef D.C. premiere. What I’ve been really into lately are documentaries. I watched one the other day called Girlhood, about girls in the juvenile detention system, which was seriously intense. I loved The September Issue, and my Twitter folk say I MUST see Dear Zachary, so I added it to my list. Remember when shows would START in summer and give you something to look forward to? Like 90210 did, the first season? (Some of you were not yet born, I know, but it did happen, promise!) I need a new show to get pumped about. So if you have any ideas, pass them on. If you don’t know, nobody does.
Okay, I’m off to make a BIG glass of ice water with lemon and put my feet in my kid’s baby pool. Hope you are staying cool, wherever you are….