MeXscape

I know I have been talking big about the no air conditioning life. Lots of bold, brave words have been printed here. But the heat just won't stop. Last Saturday, according to the thermometer in the truck (which is usually accurate within one degree), it was 104. As if that weren't bad enough, someone gleefully told me the heat index was 120. I decided to make a change in my definition of appropriate air conditioning.

Or, at least it should be illegal to set it at a temperature below 80. I am not kidding. I don't know what people are thinking, and I can't imagine what it must cost for places like Walmart and Home Depot to keep their ginormous stores with high ceilings two degrees above frigid. I hate it. This time of year, I will favor the small tiendas and open air markets more than usual.

Chuck and I came home late last night. It was raining pretty good, and there was a bit of water in the streets. I opened the garage gates so he could back the truck in. He put on his emergency flashers and nosed out into the street to properly line up the truck with the garage, put the truck in reverse, started to back in, and we discovered why having a tiled garage is not always the great thing we think it is.

It was beautiful music. This morning I heard the low, flatulent bellow of a cruise ship for the first time since the swine flu freak out. There was a press conference at the docks celebrating the arrival of the cruisers after such a long absence. It's funny. I never thought I would find joy in the presence of something I have always found to be a nuisance, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.

When you completely forget your anniversary. Your wedding anniversary marking the fabulous date you married the most loving, wonderful man on Earth. The real milestone 10 year anniversary. Sheesh.