I live in Texas and summers can be brutal. August is particularly horrid. While most people are enjoying their last bit of summer, those of us who live in Texas are wishing we could find a fast forward button so we can skip the miserable heat and get on with the rest of the year.
I usually enjoy being outside, but when you start sweating inside the house just thinking about opening the door, the prospect of going outside becomes a daunting task. Anything that needs to be done is scheduled in the early morning with all tasks completed before noon or saved for evening after 7 pm when it’s somewhat bearable to venture out the door. Anything from noon to 7pm will be done in doors, in an air conditioned environment (unless it involves a pool, river or lake).
Yesterday on my return from work when I ventured into my car the thermometer inside read 109°. My car was literally an oven. Rolling down the windows does little to disperse the heat at these temperatures, the only savior is to roll all the windows down and step of the gas and hope the movement of the air is enough to keep you from passing out before the air conditioner kicks in enough to make you stop cursing under your breath.
At about the halfway mark on my ride home everything started to change. The air ahead looked cloudy. It took me a moment to realize it was dust blowing widly through the air from a nearby construction site. Further down the road grey clouds blanketed the sky. I glanced at the thermometer on my dash which was still above 100 ° and watched it started to drop. The closer I got to the grey skies the more the tempature fell.
I drove on into the storm. The rain started out lightly, a heaven sent gift. The thermometer dipped into the 80°’s. I continued on and the light rain turned violent with winds whipping around me in my little car. Traffic slowed considerably as we battled to see a few hundred feet ahead and I braced myself as the vehment winds blew pinecones off trees and pelted my car and those around me. A wild summer storm had developed out of no where and was now raveging my area.
Finally the storm lightened and I reached my homeward destination only to find the power out. 80° inside the house. It’s been a long while since we’ve been through a power outage that lasted more than a few hours. You forget how it feels. Luckily for us, my husband is somewhat of a genius and hooked up a battery to his industrial work fan so we could at least sleep under a breeze. Sleep didn’t come easy with sticky air swirling around us.
About 3:30am I was awakened to a chorus of barking dogs, the usually unwelcome sound was music to my ears as I knew by the growl of our dog at the front window meant relief was on it’s way.