Just as this heat wave was getting to me, it seems to be slipping away. A little. At noon it was only 96 degrees on the old KIST! thermometer, when it’s been at least a hundred by that time for the last, what, six days?
Are we counting?
I told my husband this morning, “I ain’t working outside today, ain’t, ain’t, ain’t!” Answer: “snnnnoooooorrrr.…” as he turned his backside to me and took his pillow in a love embrace. We’re both tired, we feel like we’ve been 10 hard rounds with Mother Nature, she’s walloped us pretty good.
But of course we wandered outside and one thing led to another and the next thing we knew we were dusting the backside of the house, cleaning the air conditioner unit, and then we wandered out to the street to prop up our saggy old mailbox. Putter, putter, putter. Sometimes I’m afraid to stop moving.
I suddenly realized, it wasn’t quite onerous outside.
And then, like a dream, that old Delta Breeze came swinging through. I had my nose in the air like Badges when he smells BBQ. My husband immediately paused in his chores and held his arms out from his sides to get some of that sweet air. I could feel it slithering around my feet and ankles like little fish.
We’ve been under alot of stress in my family lately, with the selling of the old rental, worrying about finances, worrying about the weather has been just another bb on the stack. That old Delta Breeze, she’s telling me, it’s going to be better sooner than later.