The shrubbery is consistently orangeer – mom and hot weather
My mother is such a funny character. She’s the sweetest little lady and she cares so much about her children. However, she’s also a total nut task. She’s one of the most neurotic and stressed out humans I’ve ever met. No matter what is going on in her world, she’s pretty riled up about it. That’s why I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s currently up in arms about the summer time weather. She lives in the northern midwest where the weather is less than ideal. Most of the year it is quite freezing and snowy there. She spends every day going outside and caring for giant horses in the tundra. She battles feet of snow, blustery wind, and falling ice. She layers up in clothing to protect against the brutal freezing and option of frostbite. She stomps through an arctic wasteland for 6 months of the year, and complains about it every single day. It’s understandable that she doesn’t care about the brutal freezing and winter weather, however you would suppose that another season might make her happier. That isn’t the case; Last week, my mom’s weather finally transitioned from winter to summer, and she is not glad. She’s been calling me every day, complaining endlessly about the silly heat and humidity. It’s over 68 degrees here, she says in a panic. I’m so sweaty and irritated, I don’t know how I’m going to make it out in the sun this week, she says dramatically. I laugh, as I turn down my control device in the deep south, and brace for the 100 degree air temperature outside.