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and the swamp coolers don't work as well.
ah well.
posted by
majroj
on July 29, 2004 at 10:45 AM
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maj, no the heat didn't break. The heat stays the same or falls a little,
but the humidity arrives and we begin to sweat and FEEL hot and complain and whine. It truly is a dry heat that lives here and we like it. But the monsoon humidity makes it feel like Puerto Vallarta or Rio, sticky, icky sweaty heat.
AND, we have had no rain in my neighborhood, some on the outskirts of town, but not here in the middle of it....so, humidity with no relief, yuck!! Clouds daily and cicadas rubbing their legs together and shadier times, but, but, but no rain. Global warming fer sure, all the promise, but it evaporates before it hits the ground.
posted by
benzinha
on July 26, 2004 at 4:48 PM
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At least the heat broke!
posted by
majroj
on July 25, 2004 at 9:48 PM
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Temple, it is the smell of the rain that soothes me, too. The wet asphalt
hot and humid, the creosote bushes and the dirt, all wet and calling my mind back to childhood. The rain in Rio, Honduras and Mexico was different, each with its own memory triggering smells.
Rio never smelled very good back in my day as the rain had so much filth to wash down the hilss from the slums and into the ocean, eventually. Canals full of excrement and dead puppies, etc.
Honduran rain was different because we lived up a mountain in a tropical rainforest, so it smelled of pines and jacaranda and orchids, greenery.
Mexico was more of a cleansing rain, too, washing down the gutters full of litter and cleaning everything up, while not smelling so very good as it did it.
Rio and Mexico are different now, cleaner and the rains are more refreshing.
Yes, I'm a little better now, but still having trouble making myself work in clay. I made a mother reading a book to children today. A storyteller. I should have made two or three storytellers, however. It is agony working in clay and I can't say why, as I don't really know. Candles for me, a good thing.
Thanks for writing here. I love you and Billy, too.
posted by
benzinha
on July 17, 2004 at 12:51 AM
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I used to love the rain in New Mexico on summer afternoons.
The way the hot concrete smelled and the break from the desert heat. I miss that. Colorado used to get that rain in the summer afternoons, floods, just like home. We were told to stay out of the arroyos and had flash flood warnings. I have a good friend who lives in Florida. We talk on the phone and I can hear the rain and thunder in the background. Now he's visiting family in Michigan and tells me of rainy nights and cool afternoons at the lake. I'm so jealous! He will be here next week and be parched with no humidity (compared to what he is used to) and no rain. At least we still have the ocean. :)
I guess it was time for your own tale of darkness and light. I love to hear you express yourself during this time because I understand how you feel. When things are dark we seek comfort and live life slowly. I live in light these days. The darkness gave way to blessed new perspective. The dragon is slain, for now. I am in love with my friends and able to help them with their dark times. Such is the cycle. Some of the change comes from practical solutions, of course, and a great deal from new perspective.
I am so glad to see you writing again and I hope you are okay. I am sorry for your struggle and that of your loved ones. I will light a candle for you tonight, as you did so many times for Billy and me. He needs you now, I think. Some grandmotherly wisdom and insight. Take your time with catching up, Abuelita. We'll be there when you're ready. 
posted by
Temple
on July 17, 2004 at 12:18 AM
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Lady Kenobi, All American Girl by Meg Cabot is your secret pen name, no?
I swear that you wrote this book. You changed some facts about your 15 year old self, but, it's you, it's you!!! Go check the book out of the library......
posted by
benzinha
on July 15, 2004 at 12:04 AM
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telynor, you just walk into a store and ask if they will buy your stuff.
Simple. But, when they say, "Hell no, it's garbage and beneath our standards," I tend to sob for awhile......and take hours or days to get up the courage to open the door of the next store. You can do it. One might just say YES.
posted by
benzinha
on July 15, 2004 at 12:02 AM
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attax and Holy Grail, thanks for wishing me welcome back. Computers and
phones are such tenuous things in my life.....rain is here to stay for the whole monsoon season. The old dry desert had been waiting patiently for its return. We are all grateful, though it arrives so furiously.....
posted by
benzinha
on July 15, 2004 at 12:00 AM
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We miiiiiiiiiiised you!
And your clay :)
posted by
LadyKenobi
on July 14, 2004 at 9:58 PM
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I am so sorry to hear about your relatives, this has been a dreadful last couple of years for everyone that I know. May things improve, and soon! Glad to hear that you're staying afloat and working on the clay. I admire anyone who has the gumption to sell their stuff.
posted by
telynor
on July 14, 2004 at 8:56 PM
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Glad you're back!
And that you didn't get swept away. What I wouldn't give for some rain right now!
posted by
Holy_Grail
on July 14, 2004 at 6:55 PM
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NOT SO HOT
Glad you've returned. Glad I don't live there. Summer is slow nurturing excitement.
DR. DRIVE BY
CC:attax
posted by
attax
on July 14, 2004 at 3:33 PM
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