Monday, July 30, 2012

The Endless Summer

It's been ages since I've posted.  I apologize.  This summer has really wiped me out. I know that everyone has been having heat waves, but the humidity is horrid!  It just sucks the life out of you!  Since June, Laura and I only leave the house for groceries or library trips. There has been little to no relief, even indoors.  I know we have an older air conditioner, but we still have had our ceiling fans and floor fans going, trying to stay cool and able to breathe!

It really makes me feel like a baby, this heat.  Mainly because I was raised in the desert!  I'm from
El Paso, Texas
Texas and as they say, "It's a dry heat!".  Temps of 100 to 110 are common in the summer.  In fact, right now it is 74 and only 3:45 a.m.!  Here in Indiana, it is 68 and 89 percent humidity!

The humidity really isn't nice to those with arthritis.  I have been incredible achy, which is nothing new.  It is just worse.  So has Laura, who is my 12 year old.  We were going to start a walking plan this summer, but that plan was shelved real quick.  We didn't feel like walking at 2 a.m. so we could beat some of the heat!

Needless to say, we have done our fair share of reading and crafting this summer.  Not much cooking, as we do not want to add to the heat by turning on the oven!  We have existed on salads and fruit, throwing in some stir-fry and stove-top meals.

This month has gone by with mixed emotions.  It has been one year since my divorce was final.  Something I never thought I would say.  Its been a year of crying and reasoning, trying to figure out who I actually am. what I am capable of.  There have been moments of anger, moments of denial.  Moments of heartbreak, moments of happiness.  Laura and I will make it, even though the beginning of this new journey, this new page in our lives, seems to still be something we test out everyday.  Holidays are rough and birthdays are hard, but we have survived this first year.  We will continue to survive years and to our strengths and weaknesses.

I can't believe that school starts in a week.  This will be Laura's 8th grade year.  High school is coming too fast for me.  I can't believe she is this old.  My last one.  I wanted more time with her.  More time holding her hand, kissing her boo-boos, watching her grow.  She is becoming a young adult, with her own opinions, her own ways of doing things.  We clash often these days.  It is just her growing up, becoming who she will eventually be.  She has so many dreams and I know she will make them come true.

I hope all of you are having a good summer.  Stay cool, read those books you've been meaning to read, and stay safe.

Until next time,
Deb


2 comments:

  1. Deb, usually sometime in August, the heat begins to break, and one can almost feel autumn coming on. I so look forward to that time of year. September is still hot most of the time down here, but it's almost heaven compared the the middle of the summer.

    I know that you and Laura will make it through the difficult time, with all flags flying. She is beginning "high school," a great adventure. I wish the best for you and your sweet daughter, always.

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  2. Deb - Thanks for posting on my blog. I fully understand your hurt over the divorce and the reactions of people you thought were your friends. Sometimes it seems there's a spiteful streak in a lot of people that we trust.

    The person at "my" church is a black man who graduated from the black high school in my town, the same year I graduated from the white one. He went on to become president of a college in Alabama, and he retired back here in the home town. I was proud at first when I moved back here and found that at least our church had one black member. I don't think that's true of any other large church in this town. And then to see this beautiful, snowy-haired person dragging trash cans around and planting stuff, it just has bothered me for a long time. At least I haven't seen him mowing the lawn yet. He ought to think of the impression he, being black, makes on the other colored people in town. If there were other black members, maybe it wouldn't look so retro and unsuitable.

    I had the impulse to stop today and ask him why he did this, but then thought better of it and didn't stop.

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