The HOT weather in the Midwest has been taking its toll on my brain functions lately. I can’t imagine how those of you south and west and even east of me are handling your version of Easy Bake Oven City. It seems my reasoning abilities are half melted, along with my response and self-adjustment buttons.
I learned quite a while ago not to complain when the thermometer tips at mid 90s, as six months from now I might suffer payback in the form of two feet of snow or temperatures at the zero degree mark. I have learned to cope with the fluctuations of the weather, along with the fluctuations of weight, allergies, cicadas, weather, tomato plant output, and friendships.
How does friendship fit into all the other confusing pressures?
Lately it seems like a lot of those around me have wrapped a chained link fence around them, locked the gate, and hung up a “stay” away sign. They can look out at the world, but the world had a hard time looking in. The reasons for these fences are their own; stress and pain and depression and confusion hits us all differently. I usually have no problems with this open-weave fence, as I have wrapped one around me now and then too.
This hot weather makes decision making fluid and melty. I can’t think long enough to say the right words to help my friends out of their funks. I often can’t help myself out of funks. Stepping outside into a sauna day and night makes me want to wrap that same open weave fence around myself inside my air conditioned house. I don’t care about cleaning, writing, chatting, or crafting. All I care about is taking another cooling shower.
Fortunately, as with all of life, weather changes. The highs balance out with lows. Change evolves and life goes on. We open those locked gates and tear down the useless fences around ourselves and our homes. We reconnect with friends and harvest our tomatoes and say goodbye to the cicadas for another year.
Know that the hot moments won’t last. Before you know it you’ll be looking for your blankets and cuddling with others talking about the good times and planning new ones.
That’s what friendship is all about. Hot and cold and everything in-between.
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I am a writer of fantasy fiction that often surrounds middle-aged women. I am a married mother of two and granny to three, a BoHo Chic kinda gal. I am recently retired and busier than when I worked 9-5. But writing and blogging is my main game.
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Well said! I too can’t wait for the days of cuddling with my blankets and my kitty!
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My creativity might come back about then toO!
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Well said
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You said it. Ninety-nine degrees, last time I looked. I haven’t been outside in days, to walk around or do anything but water the plants. Cold weather never looked so good, but that won’t last long. I feel the same way you do. I look at things and don’t want to do any of them. Blah. But, as you said, it will be over soon. Next week it will be in the 70s and perfect.
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I’m hanging on with you. I tend not to take cattiness to my sometimes tongue-and-cheek comments to my family and friends seriously, as I am too hot to either think nor react. I’ll be more normal when the high of the day is 70.
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It’s hot and muggy here in Spain too and I was just complaining that it was too hot to think straight. But it will soon cool down to a doable level and I will be once again glad that I live here. xo
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You are one of the friends I included …. being EAST of Wisconsin …. very VERY East … haha!
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