We’re having something unusual for people who live near the ocean: a heat wave. Surprisingly, Whitley (who grew up in Texas without air conditioning) is having a harder time bearing it that I am.
As the thermometer creeps up into the 80s and 90s, I get a inkling of what the future may be like for many of us here on Earth.
When we lived in New York, where it can get so cold, everyone tried to travel to the Caribbean in the winter in order to get some sun. We did it one year and found it a bore. We also went to Florida one winter, but discovered that it gets COLD down there too.
As soon as the weather warms up, New Yorkers all don their shorts and flip-flops (something that is almost the official uniform here in Los Angeles), despite the fact that the weather it’s usually still too chilly to bare one’s knees and toes. I always found this enthusiasm rather comical, just as I mocked the ladies who threw on their expensive fur coats at the first sign of cool-ish weather.
Whitley and I have discovered that one of the tricks for keeping cool is to take your shoes off as soon as you get home.
Then, when I need to put on my shoes and go out again, I notice that the people who pass me by seem to have been driven slightly mad by the heat–they’re all TALKING to themselves. In fact, SO MANY of them are doing this, that I wonder if I’ve somehow fallen into some kind of parallel universe populated by schizophrenics.
Suddenly I realize that these are people who are more techno-savvy that me–who are talking on their cell phones using ear an ear bud, while their actual phones are hidden away in their purses or pockets, so it only LOOKS as if they are babbling away into thin air.
I’d like to feel superior for keeping my own cell phone turned off and in my purse, but I really can’t, since I’ve actually "talked" to a light switch in the past.
Meanwhile, it’s so darned HOT here!