H is for Hot

It is hot as hell in San Antonio. I supposed it is better for Fiesta to have hot, dry weather than last year when it poured through most of the 10-day party. However, 102 degrees, the temperature yesterday, is just way to hot for the 8th of April. We have gone 50 something days without a .10″ of rain and everything is brown and dry and it’s not even July, when one would expect that sort of thing. Even the few bluebonnets that have sprung up here and there are not the wild fields of blue we usually have at this time of the year.

Since most of the Fiesta activities are held outdoors, there is not way I am going out to wait in long lines in 100 degree weather for oysters and jumbalaya and looking at art this weekend. The River Parade is tonight and I think I will watch it on TV at home rather than sit on the grass steps in 90 degree heat with thousands of people and fight off mosquitos. I can lounge on the couch and get a good look at the barge floats and munch on something and experience the same thing.

San Antonio is usually hot from April to November. People don’t close their pools; no need to. We might have a 40 degree day here and there in January and February, but we have Spring for about 2 weeks and then there is summer. And summer is just endless. Visitors wonder why we San Antonians don’t have deep tans. It’s just too hot to go out and lay in the sun. I understand completely where the siesta came from. In the afternoon it’s just too hot to do anything. Except the hottest part of the day is around 5 or 6 p.m. I make the dogs wait to go out until the sun goes down; they hate the heat has much as I do.

I have very fair Irish skin which now has major sun damage from just walking to and from the car during the day. This, despite the fact that I always wear sunscreen. It’s in my moisturizer and my foundation and I also use a regular sunscreen with a SPF 30 or about. Nothing seems to beat back the sun and it’s damaging rays.

My granddaughters love the pool at my apartment complex, but sometimes it is even too hot to swim. The water is like bathwater. Not now though. The water hasn’t has time to heat up, so it’s quite refreshing to swim when it’s so hot.

I’m not a heat girl but I certainly can endure it better than shoveling snow in upstate New York.

This post is part of a month-long series, A-Z, that I am participating in for the month of April.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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1 Response to H is for Hot

  1. The Hook says:

    It’s anything but hot in my neck of the woods. Why don’t we switch for awhile?

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