Sweltering. Steaming. Suffocating.
The heat drains the body’s energy and smothers the mind’s thoughts. I try to keep going. My heart aches for those who work outside and those without the benefit of air conditioning.
I suppose if I worked in it all day, it would not hit me so hard. I am not conditioned to it. If one can be conditioned to Southeast Texas in August at midday? Long after sunset the heat lingers.
I have so much I need to be doing. Inside and out. After getting in a car that has been sitting in the bald open parking lot all day, the last of my will power seeps through my pores and puddles in spots or soaks into my clothes.
I arrive home just wanting to sit quietly and drink a sweet iced tea.
Yesterday, somehow, I did get a few things done. I stopped by the hospital to see about a friend. I did some wash, some mending, repotted (hopefully did not murder) an orchid. I got the outside plants watered. I put fresh sheets on the bed. I helped him put out hay.
Today, I have been again to see about a friend in the hospital. I have the dryer going. I chopped up some cooked chicken in preparation for chicken and cheese quesadillas for supper. We will be attending the evening Bible study at our church a little later.
I say all this to remind myself that the Texas heat has not defeated me. Though my mind is sluggish, I am still attending the keyboard. Good food and clean clothes are at hand. I am eternally grateful for the central air in our home.
I love summer. I plan to ask for a boat trip to go fishing and swimming this weekend. I’m not sure what is on his agenda. I want at least one more run before the dog days end. Him, me, a fast boat and a cold river. Especially him.