Okay, Okay, I get it! But what’s the point? Why is it when someone—myself, for instance—who has lived in the desert southwest, mentions how much higher the temperature is there compared to say College Station, Texas, the answer is always the same; “Yeah, but it’s a dry heat.”
Do people want a badge for living in the most uncomfortable climate? Well, I don’t need no stinking badges! When it’s hot, it’s hot! Dry heat, wet heat, who gives a rip!
Basically, it’s all about what you’re used to. When I was a kid, growing up in the small desert farming town of Buckeye, Arizona, it didn’t seem that bad. I remember many days when the temperature would be one-fifteen to one-twenty, but we’d still get out and play in it. Football practice in August was brutal, but we survived, and it made the cooler nights when we played the games in fall seem almost energizing.
I have this theory that those who live in the more tropical climates think their heat is more intolerable than the higher heat in the southwest desert regions because when it’s humid, like it is here, a person sweats more. My theory is that people aren’t so much opposed to hot weather; it’s the sweating they hate. Me, I don’t care if I sweat; in fact, I like to sweat. I’ve been told sweating removes the impurities from one’s body, and Lord knows I got some of those in this wore out old bag of bones.
I’ve worked on the gulf coast of Texas in the summertime, and I have to tell you, the humidity there is almost unbearable. You can walk out of an air-conditioned building, and you are instantly drenched in sweat. I’m not exaggerating when I say you are nearly breathing water. If my choice was between the gulf coast of Texas, or the Arizona desert, I’m afraid it would be goodbye Texas
Sherry and I have taken to sitting out on the back deck to have our coffee and read our daily encouragements. This morning the temperature at 7:30 was 80, and the humidity was 90%. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was a bit of a breeze, and it was just enough to make it feel like one of those evaporative cooling units we had when I was a kid.
Those units basically cooled the air by running water over pads and blowing the water-cooled air into the house. When it was humid they didn’t work worth a flip, and they wouldn’t work at all here in east central Texas.
My friend, Susan, reports on the weather in Buckeye, Arizona, where I grew up, almost every day on FaceBook. A few days ago, she reported a high of 111, with humidity of 7%. On that same day, it was 100 degrees, with 59% humidity in College Station. Which would you prefer?
I’ll take either one, combined, of course, with either a lake, or a swimming pool (I might have to settle for the lawn sprinkler), because, as I informed you in my blog story, I Detest Snow!, I have no use for cold weather and/or snow.
Bottom line, I think a person can get used to anything—climate wise. I’ve lived in both places, and wet or dry, when it gets to be over a hundred degrees, IT’S HOT!