Several weeks ago Reed announced that the pitchers were reporting for spring training. He said it in a way that I new the statement was loaded, so I asked, "What does that mean?" Reply, "It's gonna get hot."
And so it has. I returned home from work today and the house was really hot. We have been managing to survive with open windows and fans (delightful in the morning). I ran some errands and when I returned and began making dinner I noticed a familiar breeze on my face. Reed had turned on the air conditioner. This may not seem like a big deal, we are in Arizona, but it is what it means. It means that there are no more afternoons of letting the kids ride their bikes in the front yard, because it is too crazy hot. It means the pool is open for the season and all the towels that are now neatly tucked away will soon be littering my house in soggy piles. It means the constant hum of the air conditioner for the next six months, with the attached power bill. It means we probably need to turn our sprinklers back on so we can keep everything green and then have to trim it all in 100 degree temperatures. The air conditioner "on" signals the end of the innocence here at our house. It is when we contemplate the sanity of living in the desert, and wonder where we have put all the sunshades for our cars. From now on trips to the store for ice cream have to be executed with precision as to not destroy the ice cream before it can be safely stored in the freezer.
On the bright side, we get to contemplate visiting everyone we know who lives somewhere else.
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2 comments:
I just did a post like this! too funny. Did you hear about Tim's brother Ben? Give Kellie a call.
hey heather! we got 6 fresh inches of snow last night. it's beautiful up here. air conditioning seems so foreign to me at the moment! ha! while you're contemplating visiting relatives, come on up to alaska! or maybe we could meet halfway at the cabin...deal?
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