As I said before, SWMBO has been in Florida for half a week, Venice in fact. It's aptly named, considering the weather she's been experiencing down there. Thunderstorm after thunderstorm. In our telephone conversation today she said they came by a road today divided by a grassy median. Water was running curb to curb in the street. Several trucks had pulled up onto the median, leaving huge muddy ruts in the grass. Then a fancy car tried to do the same thing and got stuck in the mud.
I can remember years ago when SWMBO first went to Florida. She said she could take a shower, get out, dry off and minutes later be drenched in sweat again. Her hair never dried out or became uncrimped.
Meantime, the weather back home in Arizona is breaking, finally. It's 86 outside right now as I'm writing this just after 7 in the evening. You may think that's hot but it's been over 100 at this time of night for three months or more. And our humidity right now is 12 percent. In Venice, where SWMBO is right now it's 82 percent.
I stepped outside to get the mail. Several twosomes came by, out for an evening constitutional, enjoying the "cooler" weather.
I guess it's whatever you adapt to. SWMBO's sister has lived on the Gulf Coast of Florida for probably 40 years or more and, apparently, loves it. We have lived various places but most of them relatively dry for about the same amount of time and we love it.
But after an ill-advised attempt to live in Austin, Texas awhile back, I can testify that we could never live in a humid location again.
'Course, we have friends and relatives who think we're a mite daft for living in the desert where the temperature climbs and climbs for a fourth of the year. But like my realtor told me awhile back . . . "those other 8 months, man, they are bliss!"
Oh, and by the way, SWMBO comes home tomorrow! Now, that is bliss!
