I spent last weekend in Dallas. It was hot outside. I have known hot. I have sweltered. I grew up in Tennessee, went to college in Alabama, pulled a summer gig in Arizona where they tell you it's the heat, not the humidity, but they LIE because it is both, and you break into a back-drenching sweat when you wiggle your eyebrows violently outdoors.
One hundred degree temperatures and I -- we are not close, but we have history.
This heat in Dallas though was qualitatively different. I have been burned, pierced, and baked by heat, but I don't ever recall it weighing on me. This heat was a presence. It was heavy, trying to force you to the ground for the crime of breaking daylight curfew. This heat was angry. It personally disliked you and gave you the silent treatment so you couldn't even ask what you'd done that it thought was so wrong. It was as though all the greenhouse gases threw a party over Dallas and no one wanted to be the first chlorofluorocarbon to leave.
And I'm going back this weekend.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Hot Enough For You?
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Thank goodness for giant, bronze, spitting toads, right? At least you can say you had an authentic Texas summer experience! We'll try and take it easy on you this weekend. Shouldn't get out of the low 90's. Woo hoo!
In the immortal words of Tanya Tucker:
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
One other thing...maybe MEREDITH should spend time tending to her own TWO blogs instead of spending all her time commenting on others!
Excuse me, Mr. Jon, but I've been really busy lately. You know, busy being unemployed. It takes a lot out of a person, ya know...
Besides, I believe you've had a dry spell or two in which you suffered from Blogger's Block.
So there. It's funny, it's funny, it's so very funny!
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