Tuesday, June 1, 2010
If I can't take the heat ...
Lincoln Park was full of lounging people on Memorial Day. I love this couple. They are so relaxed.
Memorial Day weekend is done. The Rolling Thunder guys have rolled out of town. School is out, the swimming pools have opened. Oh yeah, summer is here.
I know that DC is part of the American south, and therefore all about summer. There are people, (to my mind, an unbelievable number of them), who love the blistering heat, the oppressive humidity. Those folks might as well be members of a separate species. I was born in the Rocky Mountains; this skanky, swampy, sweaty weather makes no sense to my body or being.
Some days (like today apparently) I whinge. Most days I prefer to stand tall and face the summer heat, or - to be honest - challenge the heat. I react to summer by becoming obstreperous, confrontive. I grab a hat, put on my shades, throw a big bottle of cold water into my backpack and get out there no matter how hot it is, no matter how thick or toxic the air. A major component of my Plan to Stay Sane includes spending a lot of time outdoors, no matter the weather. I test myself against the DC heat, I do. Perhaps a part of my agenda has to do with the wisdom that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Who knows?
And, too, I'll admit how I revel, after a summer walk, in the pure carnal pleasure that accompanies a nice cool shower, a glass or two of chilled water, followed by an Arnold Palmer. Mmmmmmmmm ...
It was very hot yesterday but I worked all day so had no chance to tilt against the weather. Today I'll get out there, I'll walk and sweat and perhaps curse under my breath, my own way of "welcoming" summer. But I'll keep my eyes on the prize: the cool shower, and the pure poetry of iced tea mixed with lemonade that awaits me after my ordeal. Focus, Reya: focus!
C'mon summer! I am not scared of you. Bring it. C'mon.