It’s The Heat And The Humidity

The inevitable heat waves have finally settled into place in my little corner of Nebraska. We had a short encounter with hot weather at the beginning of this month, but the cool weather reasserted itself. In the meantime, I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I love autumn, early spring, and the winter. Summer is another matter altogether. Earlier in life, I suffered two bouts of heat stroke. This has made my body sensitive to heat and more so when high relative humidity settles in for the season.

When the weather seems especially hot, sometimes the first stanza of The Lovin’ Spoonful’s 1966 hit song “Summer In The City” spools through my mental jukebox:

“Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity?
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head”….
{John Sebastian, Mark Sebastian, Steve Boone}

As long as the heat and humidity have arrived, it’s futile to be unaccepting of it, so I do what I can to cope. This usually entails drinking plenty of cold water and short rest breaks indoors or in the shade. I try to remember that the slower pace is in line with my over-all laid back nature. I also try to use the Celsius scale instead of Fahrenheit as a perceptual aid. Celsius numbers seem less extreme. At any rate, outdoor chores and tasks must be done more mindfully as we become older.

“Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.”–Harriet Ann Jacobs

All manner of small creatures manifest as the heat predominates the weather. I’m in good company when I complain about mosquitoes, flies, and chiggers. The insects seem intent upon inflicting misery to warm-blooded creatures, especially mammals.

I’m trying to keep my critical observations of hot weather to a minimum because I only want to get them off of my chest. I really want to rediscover the joys of hot days and nights.

There is a certain type of calm that comes about only in late spring through late summer. If one is near an ocean or lake beach, pleasant fun can be found in those places. Day trips in a car are a joy. Shady, quiet time with a glass of ice tea is a special pleasure. More rare these days, are family reunion picnics–I only have faint memories of these. Then there are summer afternoon naps when one fades in and out of consciousness–pondering the meanings of life.

The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes 20th century actor, novelist, playwright, and screenwriter, Truman Capote. “Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a light bulb. And there exudes a sour, extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.”

About swabby429

An eclectic guy who likes to observe the world around him and comment about those observations.
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6 Responses to It’s The Heat And The Humidity

  1. I’m in New Zealand and we are going into winter now so I can’t imagine it being hot at the moment haha. I’m trying to appreciate the crisp days, at least the sky has been so clear and blue. Sure does make the colder weather a lot more pleasant.

    • swabby429 says:

      I’ve fantasized about living south of the Equator from May to September then returning north the remainder of time each year. That’s impractical though.

  2. Yernasia Quorelios says:

    💜 Gaia is a playful lady; also a very destructive lady


  3. Alien Resort says:

    I like Summertime Blues performed by Blue Cheer and San Franciscan Nights by Eric Burdon and the Animals.

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