It is September 20, and it looks like I survived my first Arizona summer.
When folks told me the temperature would rank up near 115 in the shade, they weren’t kidding. I had to completely re-format my car. New tires, different oil, window shades.
I left a CD in there once. Once.
And the water bottle that exploded. Yeah.
God’s Tastybake Oven, indeed.
But now, the temperature is down to about 100 with a slight cool breeze. It dips down to the high 90s (like 99 or 98) at night.
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While watching Fargo, I remember MN. I remember the cold. My fillings aching. The ice on everything. Numb toes. The wind that stings. Burning ears and nose. Flesh sticking to metal.
But when I watched TV or saw movies with heat, I never knew what that meant.
Now, when I see heat on the TV or in movies, I’ll know what that means. Heat so bad it burns the inside of your nose. Your back is as wet as the sea when you get up from the chair. The air so thick, you just want to sleeeeeeep…
But I survived. We’re nearing the other end. I’m expecting an Indian Summer any time now. Something that makes the temperature zip back up above 100 just before the welcome warm of winter.