It’s time to go north.
All of you will probably get sick of me saying that in the next few weeks (except for the week when we’re actually GOING north). Ted is certainly already tired of hearing it. But I can’t help it – I swear I just can’t. Y’all know I don’t like hot weather. Y’all know I am a sweat-er. and not a glisten-er. Y’all know at the mere mention of the word “humidity” my hair frizzes up like a 1950’s home-perm and my mascara runs down my face like big, ugly black teardrops. Yep – hot weather makes me a certified MESS!
It’s time to go north.
The only thing holding me together are the three hours from 7 a.m.-10 a.m. and the hours after 7:30 p.m. Those are bearable. In fact they’re pretty awesome. Those morning hours are cool enough to walk the dogs without fear of heat-stroke, and after 7:30 there’s a quick cool-down and a breeze . . . . not to mention a predictably gorgeous sunset. Other than that, all I can do is huddle inside over an AC vent and say once more . . . . it’s time to go north.
But . . . you have to hear the rest of the story. Three hours later we were walking the dogs and I literally had to WRING OUT the hankie I took with me to daintily wipe my brow. Maddie and Bear spent the walk hurrying from one shaded spot to another, and I swear to you when we got home they both pulled me into a corner and whispered, “Mom, when are we going north?”
I know it’s just me. I know there are millions of folks who love heat and sun and would thrive spending the summer here. I’m just not one of them. Ted is. He could hike through the Sahara Desert and never break a sweat. Good for him.
Yes – I knew all this up front. And that’s why when we decided to make this our “only one house location”, it was with the promise that we’d go north at least two months during the hottest part of the summer.
Who would have thought the hottest months would begin in May, for Pete’s sake?
Now THIS is my idea of perfect May weather . . . . .
So . . . I’m ready to go north.
P.S. My sweet Ted popped his head in a few minutes ago and asked what the blog was about today. “I’m writing that I’m ready to go north,” I said. He rolled his eyes, and said, “Come with me.”
I followed him out on the second floor deck, then up the circular stairs to the skywalk, where he had a chair set up facing over the rooftop toward the ocean. I sat down, put my head back and my feet up. Immediately I was being swept by an ocean breeze that was blowing hard enough to tousle my hair and put a smile on my face.