Oh summer, how I love you. But I think I loved you more when I lived in California.
This is my first FULL summer in Texas. From start to finish.
It’s this time of year – the middle of summer – that I wish for a cool breeze off the Pacific ocean, the fog rolling in from the San Francisco Bay, and by all means try to stay away from the Central Valley. Because it’s hot. And here in Texas, it feels like Stockton or Sacramento heat. With a dash of humidity. In other words, it’s pretty miserable.
Since the beginning of June, I’ve been planning out my weeks, figuring out which days will require me to leave the comfort of air conditioning and jump into the air conditioned car to the air conditioned destination. Because sometimes, Internet, I have arguments with myself. About going outside. About the sweat potential. About if I can wait until later.
Because going outside, especially when you’re not used to this type of heat, is a tough choice.
A few weeks ago when we were painting the indoor walls of the house, Cent said to me, “I understand why you don’t like being hot now.”
“Oh really, why?” I asked.
“Because you sweat really easily.”
Thanks, Captain Obvious. I do. And this time of year, it’s hard not to look like a hot mess. A hot, sweaty mess.
So Texan natives, do you have any tips or tricks to stave off the hot mess look? I’ll take everything you’ve got.
In the meantime, I’ll take a scoop of this, please.
Photos of our newly painted walls coming up!
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