There's a saying in Texas that if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes. This is very true in the spring. Spring weather in north Texas is manic. Mild blue skies can give way to thunderstorms, hail and tornado warnings within an hour. Ironically, basements, the safest place to be during a tornado, are practically non-existent here. So your next best bet is an interior room with no windows, preferably a bathroom because the surrounding pipes give the walls additional stability. Luckily, we have such a bathroom and that is our designated tornado shelter. Thankfully, we have never had to use it for real, but there have been a handful of times over the years when I have tossed blankets and beach towels and the family pets into the bathroom "just in case" we had to take cover. The pets go first because the last thing I want to be doing is dragging a snarling cat out from under the bed when all hell is breaking loose. Interestingly, when the sirens go off, the noise brings people OUT of their homes to stare up at the sky. "Look, Doris! Does that look like a twister forming over there to you?" I admit I have been guilty of doing just that.
But that saying about Texas weather holds ---literally --- no water in the summer. It hit the triple digits on July 3 in the DFW area, and the highs for each day since have been 100 or above. It's expected to continue in the triple digits through next week with no chance of rain. Looks like it's going to be a long wait before we will see some relief, like maybe a balmy 97 or 98. My husband keeps pointing out that at least it's a dry heat. The next time he says that, I'm going to smack him.
Our next door neighbors moved here from Utah a few months back. They weathered (ha!) their first Texas spring and asked, "Is it always like that?" And I said, "Yep." Now they are less than a month into their first Texas summer and they asked again, "Is is always like this?" And I said, "Yep." It'll be interesting to see their reaction when winter gets here and we get a sprinkling of snow or an eighth-inch skim of ice and the entire DFW metroplex comes to a screeching halt. Yep, they will think we are crazy!
Hot and bothered,
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