Whew, boy. We’re having a heat wave in Central New York.
… a tropical heat wave …
Great. Now I’m going to have that song stuck in my head.
It’s hard to believe that on April 22nd we had a thick blanket of snow for my birthday. It also snowed shortly after Mother’s Day. I was still wearing a sweatshirt around Memorial Day because the evenings were downright chilly. But that’s Central New York. Our weather is schizophrenic.
June, on the other hand, was near perfect — mild, breezy, warm days and cool nights.
Then July descended like a swarm of really angry, sweaty bees.
I have two window A/C units for my downstairs – one for my office and one for the front of the house. Typically, my office unit goes in around Memorial Day since my office has no upstairs above it to help keep it cool. Plus, it faces west and has a wall of windows on three sides. Even on a beautiful seventy-degree day, it gets unbearably hot in here by about one in the afternoon.
The front of the house, on the other hand, stays relatively cool. In fact, in the twelve years I’ve lived here there have been a couple summers where I never had to put the second unit in place. Typically, though, I make it to late July/early August before that second unit becomes a necessity.
But this heat wave had other plans.
Yesterday evening while I was working out I glanced at the thermostat and noticed the temperature in the living room was eighty degrees. Yeah, that just won’t do. Lupus flares in extreme cold and extreme heat. And this heat wave was already kicking my ass. I don’t need to be lifting weights in an eighty degree living room.
So this morning I hauled the second unit up from the basement and put it in place.
On the plus side, this exercise in body sculpting I’ve undertaken made it easy as pie to carry that monstrous thing up from the basement. Usually I have to lift it and set it down on each step as I work my way upstairs. But this morning, I just picked the damn thing up and walked up the stairs without having to set it down once.
Silver lining in a heat wave.
The other silver lining is I haven’t had to mow the backyard in three weeks because, and I don’t mean to get all technical here, brown grass doesn’t grow.
The glass half empty? This brutal Lupus flare that has been dogging me ever since this heat wave began finally stripped away all pretense that my brittle hair will make it through. Tuesday I had to buzz it all off. I went a full two years since the last time Lupus came for my hair. Now, once again, I look like Sinéad O’Connor – only better muscled and not nearly as insane.
This heat wave is supposed to break tonight or tomorrow and we’ll be getting some much-needed rain (FINALLY!).
But it’s July, so I doubt this break in the heat will last very long.
(And for all you folks who live in the south who are scoffing at what a baby I am. You’re right. I’m a baby. And with my new, shiny bald head, I even look like one. But heat cripples me. And the unrelenting Lupus pain has made me especially whiny.)
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