Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Would it be whining if I said that it must be a million degrees in Iowa?
Eggs frying on sidewalks hot? Yup.
Dogs melted and sluggish, barely quirking eyebrows when a human moves unless towards a) refrigerator or b) freezer? Yup.
Sweating upper lips and the annoying trickle of 100+ % humidity running where it ought not to run? Oh yeah!
While I'm on a whining roll....
Super-heated breeze feels fabulous because it's moving.
To step outside is to either step into a sauna right after some sadist dumps a scoop full of water over the glowing rocks OR like being sucked into a force field of gelatinous too-warm bath water.