Posted by: ritagone | September 17, 2014

Taking the Heat


It’s hot here in Southern California. I mean, really hot, like, Africa hot: well over 100 degrees each day for the last week or so, but it seems to me that it has been over 100 degrees forever. I can’t remember right now when it wasn’t blazing hot. It’s the kind of heat that wilts you, that destroys initiative, that makes you want to crawl into the shade and stay there once you’ve found it. Or, better yet, to not go out into the heat at all if you don’t have to.

I hate extreme heat. I think I could live very comfortably in a colder climate.

Or so I tell myself, having lived in Southern California since I was 9 years old. That’s a long time. I don’t know any better. I only experience other weather conditions when I’m just “passin’ through,” on vacation or traveling somewhere else. Rain, snow, really, really cold temperatures: these are all enigmas to me. I don’t know precisely how to dress for them or                                               how to stay warm when I’m in them. I am a sunshine girl, pretty much born and bred.

So there’s the tension: I don’t feel I’m at my best when it’s ultra hot (Who does? Really, who loves those desert climes where the brag is that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk? I don’t know anyone who fits into that category.), but I have lived in a warm desert climate for almost my entire life. And I do confess to loving not having to worry about the weather, not having to check with the TV or radio to see if it’s going to require an umbrella or parka to go about my business on any particular day. Weather in Southern California is usually just not an issue; you do what you have to do, and the weather doesn’t impede or affect you. I love that about where I live, even though the temperatures can climb into the boiling zones frequently during any given year. I love that when there’s a drizzle in Southern California, the weather people on TV call it “Storm Watch.” A drizzle is not a storm, by any stretch of the imagination, but when you have as little weather as we do, you have to find the weather drama where you can.

So am I going to move somewhere colder at this stage of my life? Most definitely not. I’m too old and too cautious to begin to worry about slipping and sliding on icy sidewalks or stairs. I don’t want to put the cat out (if I had a cat!) and find that it has frozen to death overnight (as actually happened to my husband’s family when they lived in Anchorage, Alaska many years ago).   I don’t want to have two diverse wardrobes that take up more closet space to accommodate coats, parkas, scarves, gloves, boots and what not.

I like being weather-uninvolved. Except, obviously, to complain when it’s over 100 degrees for days on end.

So I’ve now talked myself into a state of being okay with the heat, because I know “this too shall pass,” and when the heat wave is gone, what we’ll be left with is just plain nice weather that you can forget about because it has no impact one way or another on your daily life.

Unobtrusive weather.

That’s what I’m actually looking for, now that I think about it.

As if what I want where weather is concerned has any bearing on the matter.

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