My mood is hot-and-grumpy!!! But AOL doesn't give me that option.
Cliff and I have never had air conditioning, and it's been rather a point of pride with us. Let the sissies rant on, wiping sweat and whining. We were tough. After all, our grandparents had to suffer the heat, and they made it just fine.
I've canned green beans and tomatoes on 100 degree days, which made the house temperature at least 110. Oh yes, I was tough.
My mother told me, back around 1980, "When you get older, you'll find out you can't take the heat."
Yeah, right Mother. Grandma didn't have A/C, you know, and she lived to be almost 80. You always tended to be a negative thinker. You told me I'd be laid up for several days a month when I started my period, and that I'd be in labor for days when I had my children. It didn't happen.
Tony, across the road, gave us a big old window-unit air conditioner several years ago; and two years ago, we decided to use it during an especially hot spell. It led to one of the biggest quarrels we ever had, and after a couple of weeks Cliff took it back to a shed in the pasture. Don't ask me what the fuss was about: All I know is I was right and he was wrong and he refused to listen to my side of the argument.
It reached 100 today, with a heat index of, I believe, 110. I'm babysitting my daughter's two girls, and after spending their mornings at vacation Bible school, they've been retreating to my little bedroom to watch TV (we bought a cheap window unit for the bedroom at Sam's Club a couple of weeks ago).
Never in my life have I felt so grouchy, tired, hot and sick. Yes, sick. What happened to that toughness I always bragged about? Could my mother have been right for once? Did my age finally make me a wimp?
I got through today by thinking that it couldn't last long... that there'd be a cooling trend next week, and everything would be fine.
Then I looked at the long-range forecast.
Do you think if I made Cliff spaghetti for lunch tomorrow, he'd forgive me for making him take that air conditioner out, two years ago?
My mother was right. Man, that's hard to admit.