Patty Mayeux Blog

To my northern friends who suffer seasonal jealousy of our temperate southern winters, it’s payback time. Morning walks in Memorial Park are HOT from the get-go with a warm, moist towel of humidity wrapping around you. Returning to a home that has the AC set at a previously uncomfortable high is some relief. I earnestly pray it continues and that the grid doesn’t fail (it has) or that a storm doesn’t knock out the transformers (that’s happened). I am embracing the heat. How? I ignore any three-digit temperature reports. I sequester indoors. I give thanks for every building and vehicle that has AC. I accept that I turn wilted and moist and even lethargic going from one to the other. I enjoy each soggy sticky moment knowing it is temporary. It is, right? I steer clear of any clime-related conversations. I recall the glorious blue-sky days of Spring and Fall that make this a wonderful place to live. I enjoy the gift of every day that allows me to exist in mild discomfort, acknowledging the luxury that it is. I’m turning my heart toward gratitude while taking the heat like an adult who is not in denial (as long as the AC is on).