I don't remember thinking much about the weather when we lived in Fredericksburg. Maybe that's because I grew up in Virginia with its four seasons. I didn't have to remind myself to be cheerful and stop complaining about what was happening outside because there wasn't much to complain about. It's a little different here in Houston. While I've gotten used to the extreme heat and humidity, I still get grumpy this time of year when it hangs on and on and I experience my favorite season by watching the leaves die and fall off the trees without a hint of red, yellow or orange or the need for us to wear even long sleeved shirts much less sweaters. My annoyance tells me that I have a sense of entitlement about at least one thing in life--my right to a real autumn.
Instead of spring, summer, fall and winter, the "seasons" in Texas can be described in much the same way Tex-icans label their salsas "mild", "medium", "hot" and "diablo" (I'm not sure there is such a thing as diablo salsa but there should be and there are certainly diablo days).
Sunday afternoon, we went on our first geocache adventure in a long time. We chose a park I'd never been to--always exciting. And it was beautiful. The temperature was between "hot" and "diablo" so tramping around in the bushes was a sticky affair. The girls didn't complain very much and we found both caches with few problems. I must admit though, my mind was far away in a place where the weather is cooler and the leaves are getting ready to put on their show.
OK I admit it--I want to go home. I miss my peeps and the feeling of the fading year that the cool weather brings. Come on--it is just not normal to wear short sleeves and tank tops all year. Haven't I read somewhere that there's a time for every purpose under heaven? I'm ready for marshmellow-roasting-while-wearing-thick-sweaters-in-the-cool-fall-air time. I don't see that in my near future. I suppose I'll have to settle for cranking down the a/c and turning on the fireplace. I'm feeling a little bitter about it though.
If you look hard, you'll see cache #1
I SO concur. About the weather and everything. How do you get involved in geocaching? I have some other friends who do that, but I have no idea what exactly it is, or how you "do" it. The happy fairy has visited me this week (as opposed to the past 2 weeks of misery fairy) and am in the mood to run screaming (happily this time) through the streets. I think it has something to do with the "medium" weather.
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