Phoenix in July
Hurrah! I'm going on vacation! In Phoenix. Next week. In...July.
Can you imagine a worse time to go to Phoenix? (besides August.) Not really. I'm beginning to suspect, however, that Phoenix is accommodating itself for my somewhat cooler needs. The city is going through - of all things - a cool snap. The city went two weeks in June without breaking one hundred degrees, and according to weather.gov, it's not going to be much hotter the week I'm there - the hottest high temperature expected is 108, which might sound like burning hell to you, but for Phoenix, it's a cool breeze. And yes, it's a dry heat, and yes, it matters (Now if it were 120, of course it would be beyond my tolerance. That's too freaking hot.) But I've spent summers in Phoenix before, and I should be able to hack it.
For a quarter of a century, my mother has called this hell home. I'm no longer sure why she decided upon this place, and I only know she (and her sister; they've lived together for twenty years) wants out. However, the real estate bust reduced the value of their home to about $67.12, so they're not escaping Arizona for a while.
I have my reasons for flying out to Phoenix in the middle of the summer. I haven't seen my mother (or any of my family) since my wedding nearly three years ago. I had no Fourth of July plans, and the technical school where I work is closed next week, so I figured, what the hey. Finally, I have no idea when my gig will end (possibly within the next month), so I wanted to go out there while I still had a job and could afford it.
I don't know whether I'll blog during my week off or not. My mother does have internet access, so if they're at work, I might have a go. If not, see you in a week.
Can you imagine a worse time to go to Phoenix? (besides August.) Not really. I'm beginning to suspect, however, that Phoenix is accommodating itself for my somewhat cooler needs. The city is going through - of all things - a cool snap. The city went two weeks in June without breaking one hundred degrees, and according to weather.gov, it's not going to be much hotter the week I'm there - the hottest high temperature expected is 108, which might sound like burning hell to you, but for Phoenix, it's a cool breeze. And yes, it's a dry heat, and yes, it matters (Now if it were 120, of course it would be beyond my tolerance. That's too freaking hot.) But I've spent summers in Phoenix before, and I should be able to hack it.
For a quarter of a century, my mother has called this hell home. I'm no longer sure why she decided upon this place, and I only know she (and her sister; they've lived together for twenty years) wants out. However, the real estate bust reduced the value of their home to about $67.12, so they're not escaping Arizona for a while.
I have my reasons for flying out to Phoenix in the middle of the summer. I haven't seen my mother (or any of my family) since my wedding nearly three years ago. I had no Fourth of July plans, and the technical school where I work is closed next week, so I figured, what the hey. Finally, I have no idea when my gig will end (possibly within the next month), so I wanted to go out there while I still had a job and could afford it.
I don't know whether I'll blog during my week off or not. My mother does have internet access, so if they're at work, I might have a go. If not, see you in a week.