It's July, and it's hot.
If you haven't figured it out already, I probably shouldn't mention that we live in a ski resort where temperatures rarely rise above eighty degrees. Although, there is an intensity to the sun at 9,000 feet above sea level that is almost impossible to describe.
But I know real heat; I'm from Texas. And about the time I start to miss friends and family, I realize the three main reasons I will never move back home: June, July, and August.
I can distinctly remember the misery of summertime picnics, parties, and yard sales. I would watch in awe as others would run and play and function. I've spent years searching for hormonal imbalances and vitamin deficiencies, anything that would explain away my stereotypical Old South fainting-and-fanning-femininity. But I never did find a way to feel at home in Texas in the summer. We weren't a match.
I've mentioned this to a few people lately, and although not all of them claim the dramatic dizziness, loss of mental focus, blurred vision, and black-outs that I experienced often as a child of the south, everyone seems to be saying the same thing, "Oh, I know, I can't stand the heat either!"
But, with so many people living in metropolitan concrete ovens, this cannot be true! Can it? Does the weather affect where you live, or just where you dream about living?
No, I really want to know.
Where do you live, and what do you think of the weather there? And if you could pack up and move anywhere, where on earth would you go?
As a tea drinker (I can seriously spend ten minutes in the tea aisle), I very much endorse this brand. Adagio e-mailed me today with a special offer, and since my mind was on all things summer, I couldn't resist sharing them with you. But I must tell you, clicking on this ad will lead straight to tea heaven. Don't say I didn't warn you!;)
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