Hot Stuff
It's Tuesday night. The boyfriend's out of town. My wireless is on. I'm curled up in bed with my laptop. Just like the old days.
It's been crazy hot here lately. When they say you live in the desert, they're not kidding. Hot as hell, dry to the bone. Although I'd take that any old day over that nasty, Southern humidity that made my skin shine and my hair frizz.
Luckily, my trip to Phoenix last weekend (for yet another wedding) proved that 120 degrees makes 85 degrees feel like a cold front just blew through. The boyfriend and I made it a four day holiday and he ended up meeting a few key fam members. I got to see my Grandma, which to me, is the best thing ever. She so rules. And of course, seeing as we were in AZ, it was a Ciaobella weekend in which we partied, kareoke'd, and danced it away.
Anyway, they don't make apartments with air conditioning in LA. If you're lucky, you might win one of those tacky window units in your living room...but that's about it. I don't quite understand it, seeing as it is sunny California. So everyone has fans. In fact, it's so fan central, that when I went to the store this weekend to finally escape the heat of my so called digs, every single store I visited was sold out. Long story short, I ended up picking up a good old box fan which is doing the trick for now.
It wasn't my first choice, as it is big and bulky. But oddly enough, I've already fallen in love with it. Every night I fall asleep to the deep hum it makes just like I did when I was a little girl. The sound of this dumb fan has turned into memory lane of growing up in the suburbs of Detroit with no air conditioning, no worries, and no responsibility. A world where the only thing that mattered was laughter...and what flavor of freezer pop you were going to have next. What time the ice cream truck drove by. Or maybe which friend's door you were going to go knock on next.
I could go on forever down that road. I remember promising myself as a child, as a teenager, as a twenty-something...that I would never let a job, stress, the inconveniences of life take me over. I'm having trouble lately keeping that promise. What does it take to not let that happen? If you happen to have the answer, let me know.
It's been crazy hot here lately. When they say you live in the desert, they're not kidding. Hot as hell, dry to the bone. Although I'd take that any old day over that nasty, Southern humidity that made my skin shine and my hair frizz.
Luckily, my trip to Phoenix last weekend (for yet another wedding) proved that 120 degrees makes 85 degrees feel like a cold front just blew through. The boyfriend and I made it a four day holiday and he ended up meeting a few key fam members. I got to see my Grandma, which to me, is the best thing ever. She so rules. And of course, seeing as we were in AZ, it was a Ciaobella weekend in which we partied, kareoke'd, and danced it away.
Anyway, they don't make apartments with air conditioning in LA. If you're lucky, you might win one of those tacky window units in your living room...but that's about it. I don't quite understand it, seeing as it is sunny California. So everyone has fans. In fact, it's so fan central, that when I went to the store this weekend to finally escape the heat of my so called digs, every single store I visited was sold out. Long story short, I ended up picking up a good old box fan which is doing the trick for now.
It wasn't my first choice, as it is big and bulky. But oddly enough, I've already fallen in love with it. Every night I fall asleep to the deep hum it makes just like I did when I was a little girl. The sound of this dumb fan has turned into memory lane of growing up in the suburbs of Detroit with no air conditioning, no worries, and no responsibility. A world where the only thing that mattered was laughter...and what flavor of freezer pop you were going to have next. What time the ice cream truck drove by. Or maybe which friend's door you were going to go knock on next.
I could go on forever down that road. I remember promising myself as a child, as a teenager, as a twenty-something...that I would never let a job, stress, the inconveniences of life take me over. I'm having trouble lately keeping that promise. What does it take to not let that happen? If you happen to have the answer, let me know.
Posted by Stella @ 10:00 PM
1 Comments:
At June 21, 2006 8:38 AM,
newton dominey said…
alcohol. oh, wait. not the right answer.
you just gotta make up your mind that you're gonna slough it off and keep on trucking, you know? it's a daily decision to not buy into the notion that "this is it."
that's what i think anyway. and we all know how my answers and ideas are working out for me so far...pssh.
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