Anyone reading this not living in Florida probably doesn't have any sympathy for Floridians complaining about the weather, but we do and I am. While August is greeted by many as some of the best days of a dwindling summer it is greeted by me with disdain. This is the time of year when the temperature combined with the humidity make the air feel like you are wrapped in Saran Wrap. Hair lays flat, breathing is labored, sweat pours but doesn't evaporate, bugs buzz, grass is overgrown and the flower beds are full of weeds. It's kind of an in-between stage where we wait with eager anticipation of a slight dip in temperature and humidity rates below 90% are considered "cool". The air conditioner never and I mean NEVER goes off and if it were to fail we'd be ready to, well, it wouldn't be pretty. The heat is so crazy we deteriorate into delusions that hurricanes would be a relief. I used to be delusional like that until I lived through Hurricanes Ivan, Opal, and, oh yeah, Katrina! No, I don't sit and rock on the porch hoping for a hurricane anymore. Now I just sit and complain about this muggy and buggy weather and the dog days of summer in the Deep South - please pass the sweet tea...
Have a blessed day!
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Since I retired, I only go outside to fill the bird feeder and go to Wal-Mart to get more bird feed. I don't even walk to the mail box. I let my wife get it on the way in. And I lived in Florida most of my life. It's just hard to get used to. I enjoyed your words, Ginny. Spoken like a true poet.
Ray
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