Believe it or not, the thing we bitch about the most and the most often around here is the heat. Because when it's hot in the deep South, it's merciless. You can't breathe, you can't move, and all you have to do to start sweating like a sinner in church is step outside. On a side note, I'm pretty sure our reputation in some circles as layabouts can be laid at the feet of the 13 months of immobilizing summer.
That and the fact that laying about is so intensely satisfying.
The phenomenon is that every year, without fail, we're all surprised at just how hot it can get. And we all swear it's hotter than it was last year. The astonishment is evidenced by the fact that the heat becomes the number one conversation topic. More important than whatever war, than unemployment, than what's for supper, is the heat. Have I mentioned it's hot?
But even having said all that, I still maintain that it's worth it. Maybe it's because I've been here forever and am part biased, part acclimatized, but I would MUCH rather sweat steadily for most of the year than hole up and turn into a freezer-burned steak. The summer here is a small price to pay for the mild winters and early, wisteria-smothered springs.
That and the fact that laying about is so intensely satisfying.
The phenomenon is that every year, without fail, we're all surprised at just how hot it can get. And we all swear it's hotter than it was last year. The astonishment is evidenced by the fact that the heat becomes the number one conversation topic. More important than whatever war, than unemployment, than what's for supper, is the heat. Have I mentioned it's hot?
But even having said all that, I still maintain that it's worth it. Maybe it's because I've been here forever and am part biased, part acclimatized, but I would MUCH rather sweat steadily for most of the year than hole up and turn into a freezer-burned steak. The summer here is a small price to pay for the mild winters and early, wisteria-smothered springs.
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