Ahh… August in the desert… the part of the south west summer that is hardest to endure is upon us.
Non relenting heat.
The lows are near 90 degrees and it literally feels like the heat presses down on a person as they trudge outdoors in the afternoon.
Everything is hot. Even the cold water comes out of the faucet warm.
Molten seat belts will brand an irreverent person who isn’t paying attention as they climb into their car.
This is when I hear the most whines about how hot it is and will it ever cool down. Not the stuff for whimps and chumps, this desert summer.
But its my favorite time of year, tho. 
I’d rather have to deal with this type of heat for a couple of months than to have to scrape ice in the winter.
My bones don’t ache in the heat. I don’t have to worry about slipping on ice when it’s this hot, either. Bones this age don’t like to fall. Trust me, I tried it back in May and it about did me in!
Time to refill my iced tea glass and grumble about the electric bill.
Till next time- keep cool!
Wonderful, Cee–great, vivid imagery. I love those “molten seats that brand an irreverent person”–how great!
Thank you Lori. Oh and they are merciless, those seats – and seat belts.