I shouldn’t complain, because this is exactly what I had yearned for all Winter long. I wanted Summer to come, that lovely season when I could go outside without putting on a coat, or even shoes. I wanted to wake up in the morning when the sun had already risen, and I wanted my yard to be filled with colorful flowers. I wanted dinner on the patio, long days and short nights, and nightly weather reports that never once mentioned the words “sleet” or “snow.” The problem is, this Summer I got just a bit more than I bargained for.
Yes, I wanted warm weather, but no, I didn’t want the temperatures to climb into the triple digits and stay there. I didn’t want it to be so hot that when I came home from walking shelter dogs all morning I had to take a cool shower and a two-hour nap. I didn’t want humidity so high that my sun glasses fog up when I walk outside, and I didn’t want to see my flowers withering in the sun. And most of all, I didn’t want weather reports that used the words “excessive heat warning” several days in a row. But sadly, that’s exactly what I got, and I don’t like it one bit.
So it’s hot—really hot–outside, and I’m a little cranky. (My husband would probably tell you that I’m a lot cranky, but what does he know?) And the heat wave is supposed to extend into next week, so there’s not any relief in sight. Which means I have two choices: I can hole up inside my air-conditioned house wait it out, or I can put on my “big girl panties” and just accept the nasty weather.
I was leaning toward the first choice, but as so often happens, outside influences pulled me in the other direction, challenging me to live my life as fully as I can even in the midst of a heat wave. It may be miserable outside, but the dogs living in the shelter where I volunteer still need regular potty breaks. So I go and help walk them, just for short walk and keeping on the grass as much as possible. Although I could stand to lose a few pounds, my husband most definitely can’t, so that means regular trips to the grocery store and restaurants are in order. There are still meetings, chores, errands and all of the usual things that keep us busy no matter what the weather happens to be up to.
And sometimes there are those moments when we are lucky enough to move from simply “enduring” to actually “enjoying” our circumstances. I asked my oldest grandson yesterday if he wanted to help me set up the sprinkler to water the back yard. He did, and he also wanted to know if he could play in said sprinkler. Long story short, he put on his swim suit and had a great time jumping through the water, while I stood by and watched him, getting almost as wet as he was even if I didn’t have the good sense to put on my suit.
It was the longest time I had spent in our yard in the afternoon sun in a long time, but I didn’t mind at all. The water kept me cool and my grandson kept me entertained, and best of all, I finally remembered just exactly why I had been so anxious for Summer to arrive……