Welcome to austinagrodolce … My family and I garden with more intention and enthusiasm than allocated budget or overall design plan. It shows. Wildlife populations don't seem to notice our lack of cohesive design, they just like the native plants here. It seems by growing local we've thrown out a welcome mat. Occasionally, we're surprised at who (and what) shows up.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
I'll Take "Blame it on the Heat" for $1200, Alex
Just this past week we've had a string of triple digit days. Granted, this is neither unusual nor unexpected for July in Central Texas. It is precisely this sweltering summer weather that purchases our guilt free enjoyment of mild to nonexistent winters. A Mephistophelean deal at best, but it's a fact. The heat dues we currently offer also earn us reverse bragging rights.
If you are a Texan, please raise your hand if you have not overheard or better yet, personally participated recently in a conversation with out of staters resembling the following: "Oho, so you think it is hot where you are? We're expecting (fill-in-the-blank-ridiculously-awful-number) as a high today. And tomorrow it's supposed to be (mind-blowingly-worse)!".
I thought not.
Bragging rights aside, any time we hit the triples for three or more days running? It ceases to matter that I have years (and years) worth of coping mechanisms to employ.
After day two the smothering blanket of heat eventually extinguishes my will to live. In a puddle of sweat I slide past irritability into dull rage. The ordinary and ubiquitous summertime background clamor of mowers and blowers transform into insufferable personal insults. I've been known to snap at cicadas to "shut the hell UP!".
And it isn't only me. My whole family can be snappish in the nicest weather. During a heat wave, it doesn't take much for us all to get a little murdery around the edges.
I suppose there's an upside. The oven outdoors makes it impossible to gain enough momentum to do more than entertain dark thoughts. Snarliness becomes unsustainable. The heat saps our energy and reduces our willpower. We do well to muster juuuust enough strength to lift glasses of various iced liquids to parched lips.
The heat has other side effects as well. With every cumulative hour the mercury sits above 95 degrees? There is a corresponding drop in IQ. Last night, it was too much trouble to bark out the answers to a DVR'ed Jeopardy episode we were watching. Last night, the three of us sat around picking at our dinners, halfheartedly mumbling guesses to the questions.
For my part it was just as well. I was embarrassing myself, flubbing answers to even the easiest questions. A sense of quiet despair set in. I was trapped on an express bus to Dullardsville. Which is the precise opposite of the experience I seek by watching.
No, not and nope. I watch Jeopardy because on a good day, on a usual day, on a day that has not featured cognitive depletion from heat stress, I do know most of the answers. On a good day, watching reinforces my sense of already being smarter-than. And that very smoothly transfers to my sense of being better-than. (Please note there's no pretense having ANYthing to do with being nicer-than.)
When I get more Jeopardy questions correct than, well, anybody I'm around at the time, it assures me that yes, Virginia, I may have stood in front of the open refrigerator (twice!) wondering what it was I was looking for today, but that matters not. When my Jeopardy watching is doing its job I by golly feel like I AM more intelligent than your average bear, and more crucially to me, smarter than the contestants. Which (at that moment) is all that counts.
We've got cloud cover today. No triples in sight. There are colored blobs on radar oozing in our general direction, and as we face a new week and new episodes of Jeopardy, I'm relieved to see the brain-sapping heat is likely to abate for at least a few days. Which is a very good thing.
Just don't get me started on the humidity....