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It’s Warm

We are smack in the middle of a heat wave. Actually, that’s not true, we’re at the tail end of it, as they are expecting a cold front to move in tomorrow. We’ve had something like 17 consecutive days of….over 90 degrees.


I spent a lot of my life in Dallas, TX. I remember one year, I think it was 2000, when we had 35+ days of over 100 degrees for the high. And it was likely 80% humidity, on average, the whole time. That’s why I laugh in the face of this “Heat Wave” we’re having now in Charlotte.

I love it. I love walking out of my office and feeling the warmth on my skin. I love getting in the car and feeling that moment of heat suffocation before you get the chance to roll the windows down (although burning myself on the sizzling seatbelt and driving with one finger on the roasting steering wheel, I can do without). Now, don’t misunderstand me. I don’t want to sit or stand outside for extended periods of time. Even I start to complain when I’m laying in a pool of my own sweat. But just your average “to the car to the office to the car to the house” moments? I’m okay with those.

I get that we all have different levels of tolerance when it comes to heat and cold. People from Minnesota laugh at us when we complain about 49 degrees – it’s balmy to them. It’s all about what you’re used to, and what you can tolerate.

There are people who say they would rather be too cold than too hot, because you can always put on more clothes. Not me. I hate the cold. HATE. I tolerate it, and often don’t bother to wear a jacket if it’s above 30 (unless, obviously, I’m going to be standing out in it), but I would far prefer it to be 100 degrees.

What about you? Would you rather it be too hot or too cold? What temperature is too hot/cold for you?

I have a bad feeling about this…

So, I went to Dallas this weekend to see some old friends, as well as family.  It was great, a lot of fun.  Dallas was so green, and it looked so pretty, and I could definitely see myself moving back, should the opportunity present itself.  Of course, come August, I know I would be cursing myself.

My flight back was uneventful.  I was worried about my connection, as I had a 55 minute layover in Atlanta, and had to change concourses, but I made it with time to spare.  Got into Charlotte and went to baggage claim.  And waited.  And waited.  Yeah, you guessed it – they lost my bag.

Came home, watched a cheesy-a$$ Family Channel movie (which was really worse than usual), and went to sleep.  Woke up at about 3:30 this morning because it was raining, and there was this “drip-drip-drip” that was driving me crazy.  I listened to it for about ten minutes before I thought – that doesn’t sound like it’s on the patio.  I got up, turned on a light, but didn’t see anything.  But it was definitely coming from the patio door area.  I decided to put some clothes on and investigate further (nothing quite like standing on a ladder wearing nothing but your skimpy skivvies).

Sure enough, a definite drip coming…FROM THE WALL.  That’s the first time rain has done that.  That’s not good.  Not good at all.  I went out on the patio to check it…and saw water streaming down the outside wall.  And no rain in sight.

Ran upstairs to my 2nd floor neighbor, rang her doorbell until she got up.  She checked her porch – same problem (although she didn’t have the interior issue).  Rang the 3rd floor neighbor’s door.  “No, it’s not me, but I’ll go check.”  Sure enough – his water heater busted. 

Ever try going back to sleep after something like this has happened, and you’re running around freaking out?  Impossible.

Oh, and my phone is beeping low battery…and guess where the charger is?  Yep, somewhere between here and Dallas.

I have a feeling I’m in for a bad week.