The coastal South is not suffering alone in summer heat lately. That is small comfort; I don’t wish the heat and humidity we experience here on anyone. The sweltering summer temperatures that rarely used to bother me in the past zap me now.
For the first two-thirds of my life, I was cold in the winter and fairly comfortable in the summer unless air conditioning was blowing directly on me. When I say cold, I would likely start wearing thermal underwear in late October or November; and on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, those months hardly count as cool weather.
Things started to change about two decades ago. First came night sweats; then came power surges, also known as hot flashes. My winter wardrobe evolved from long-sleeved sweaters and turtlenecks to layers that could be shed down to a sleeveless or short-sleeved garment.
My understanding for hot-natured husband and sons grew. Elder son once noted that he had to keep moving when he was playing basketball during P.E. or he would “make a puddle.” In recent years the power surges are fewer and less extreme, but my internal thermostat seems permanently set on high. The threat of “making a puddle” remains, giving a different connotation to the appellation “red-hot mama.”
Thank goodness for air-conditioning!
It's been unbearably hot here in Georgia as well. I'm ready for fall! I only venture outside when I have to!
ReplyDeleteAs for my wardrobe, I hardly have anything long sleeved--I never get cold, even in the dead of winter.
Been there and done that with my own temperature gauge. Glad that's done. Makes me tolerate our warm California Central Valley heat.
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