It’s now the beginning of August and we’re in the Dog Days of summer. That’s what the Romans called the period from the first week of July to the second week of August. I know I feel like a dog because all I want to do is lay in the shade and pant and snarl at people who walk by. The west has been experiencing a very hot summer. Abnormally hot. Fires are burning in the forests and I’m pretty sure I’m going to spontaneously combust every time I step out of my air conditioned car.
My house, unfortunately, has no air conditioning so in order to keep it below 85 degrees all the curtains have to be closed making it as gloomy as a casket. Other than feeling hot and sweating profusely who could tell it was summer? I have a rigid ritual of temperature control these days. During the day not a hint of air or sun can be allowed in. At night there are fans in the windows greedily sucking in any teeny bit of cool air. I keep checking the thermostat to see if it’s dropped to a chilly 80 degrees. Why do I do that? It just annoys me and makes me wonder if I’ve entered the Fifth Circle of Hell.
I don’t remember suffering with the heat as a child but then I can’t remember much of anything so who knows. I’m pretty sure I’m putting way too much energy into fighting this and I need to refocus on the positive. After all, me stomping around complaining about the heat isn’t going to change anything. Kids know something about summer that I seem to have forgotten in my sweaty, sullen state. Maybe we need to be more childlike. Here are a few antidotes to summer surliness: Continue reading…