Sunday, April 22, 2012
I just might be buying into the theory that Hell is really here on Earth.
Since Friday, most of the Northwest has been in an almost unprecedented heat wave. Really. A blazing heat wave, in frigging April. Today--right now at 5:30pm--it's 87 degrees outside, and 84 where I'm sitting at my laptop, sweat running down my temples into the cold cloth around my neck, as I try to offset the effects from 279% humidity.
I have clarified some things for myself during this experience however: I don't like to sweat unless it's for a darned good reason, one usually requiring a partner. Second, being born in Alaska, spending many years in Seattle, and many more in Scotland, I realize I not only can't take this kind of heat, I don't want to. I need the cool, the refreshing, possibly even the chilly. That's not to say I don't like a sunny day...I do, I just don't want to suffer from heat stroke to enjoy one.
The other night I saw an advert on television about vacationing in Colorado, one of the few states I haven't spent any time in. I sent for the Guide, which arrived on Friday, the day the NW caught fire. It's a beautiful magazine. I'm now dreaming of those 14ers, those cold mountain streams, the rushing rivers, and wishing for a clear, fresh breath of air.
I may have shifted my focus--once I get the house sold--to Colorado, Montana, perhaps even back to the beginning, to Alaska. Or hey, how about the Russian Steppes? The North Pole? Frigging Iceland?
I don't know yet. The heat has made me slightly delirious and I'll have to think things through when this Scorched Earth phase is over--sometime around Thursday, I hear.
Well, that's better than eternity, I suppose.