Last summer, my family went to Lanier Lake for a picnic. The weather was nice. We ate hotdogs and played catch. However, it was not an idyllic summer picnic.
I managed to jam a finger. My finger swelled and I could not bend it. It also hurt like the dickens.
Later on, I was trying to eat my hotdog with a swollen finger and sitting by the lake. All of a sudden, a bird flying overhead decided to poop. I ended up with bird poop all over my lap. Talk about disgusting.
It was the worse picnic of my life. However, the food was good and we had something to laugh about for several weeks.
It was the worse picnic of my life, but it was also a great picnic.
The winters in Alabama are mild. We have a lot of warm to cool days and a few days that are actually cold. Here is our forecast for the week.
For some reason, checking the weather forecast this week got me thinking about my first summer in Alabama.
I spent my childhood in Germany. The summers there were mild and it rarely hit 80 degrees. We didn’t have air conditioning in our house, because we didn’t need it.
In 1987, I was 13 and my family moved to Alabama. It was summer time when we made the move. I remember that day very well. We left Frankfort wearing coats, because summer was just getting started and it was still cold.
Our plane landed in Charleston, South Carolina. The temperature was over 100 degrees and the humidity was in the 90 percentile. We drove to our new home in Alabama, which is even further south.
I thought I would die that summer. Never in my whole life had I expressed such oppressive heat.
As soon as I walked outside, I would begin sweating and it felt hard to breath. It was like trying to breath steam. I remember just trying to take a short walk one day, but it was impossible. I felt like I was about to faint. My stomach was also affected by the heat and I was nauseous a lot that summer.
Since 1987, I have lived in Alabama and Texas (expect for a brief six month stay in Moscow, Russia in 1997). Anyway, I have adapted to the weather in Alabama. The summers are still hot. It routinely gets over 100 degrees and the humidity is always in the 90 percent range. It’s hot, but it doesn’t feel like I am about to die.
Thank goodness, because after that first summer I really thought I would have to spend the rest of my life indoors.
I checked the weather forecast for next week and I think it is time to hold a sit-in protest against Mother Nature. I am going to sit in my air conditioned house, until Mother Nature stops blasting us with heat waves.
Happy First Day of Summer