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Sunday, April 18, 2004
I no longer have the luxury of running for the mountains every spring when the temperature in Chapel Hill breaks 90 degrees. Today we hit 85, but from the looks of the three mountain men living in 302D you would've thought it was 110. Every door and window is open, we tried to turn on the AC, but it is broken. Jimmy is laying, topless, in the middle of the floor. Josh is doing his homework sitting out in the breezeway. I am drinking water like it was...well...uh...water.
We are whimps.
I don't get along well with heat. I've been known to go walking around outside in shorts and bare feet in sub 20 degree weather, but the first sign of hot weather has me ready to crank up the air conditioner to big snowflake.
This will be my first full summer in Chapel Hill, and I am none too amused. The end of school in May was always the perfect time to escape to my mountain homeland and the need for a light jacket in the evenings well into June. All I can think of is my orientation before freshman year when I was sweating at 11:00 at night. I'm pretty sure that I will melt before all is said and done.
When I was four years old, my hobby was sitting in the refrigerator. I may have to take that up again.
I never believed those people who said, "it's not the heat, it's the humidity," but after spending a couple of days in New Mexico last July I came to understand what they meant. Having spent all but around 3 weeks of my life in the southeastern portion of the U.S. I could not conceive of this "dry heat" of which the sages spoke because, let's face it, whether you are in Chapel Hill or Sylva or Fort Payne, Alabama, when it is hot, it is humid. However, in New Mexico I was surprised to find that I was comfortable wearing blue jeans in weather that was up around 100 degrees. Why can't we get some of this dry heat?
Next up, Survivor: 302D Edition. It's a volatile game of musical chairs with 4 guys, 3 rooms, 2 months. Stay tuned for all the excited drama and to find out who gets voted off the island.
I am not an actor, but I play one on t.v..
I was going to start ranting about Apple Chill, but I think a festival with Apple in the name that is not in the fall speaks for itself...only in Chapel Hill!
We are whimps.
I don't get along well with heat. I've been known to go walking around outside in shorts and bare feet in sub 20 degree weather, but the first sign of hot weather has me ready to crank up the air conditioner to big snowflake.
This will be my first full summer in Chapel Hill, and I am none too amused. The end of school in May was always the perfect time to escape to my mountain homeland and the need for a light jacket in the evenings well into June. All I can think of is my orientation before freshman year when I was sweating at 11:00 at night. I'm pretty sure that I will melt before all is said and done.
When I was four years old, my hobby was sitting in the refrigerator. I may have to take that up again.
I never believed those people who said, "it's not the heat, it's the humidity," but after spending a couple of days in New Mexico last July I came to understand what they meant. Having spent all but around 3 weeks of my life in the southeastern portion of the U.S. I could not conceive of this "dry heat" of which the sages spoke because, let's face it, whether you are in Chapel Hill or Sylva or Fort Payne, Alabama, when it is hot, it is humid. However, in New Mexico I was surprised to find that I was comfortable wearing blue jeans in weather that was up around 100 degrees. Why can't we get some of this dry heat?
Next up, Survivor: 302D Edition. It's a volatile game of musical chairs with 4 guys, 3 rooms, 2 months. Stay tuned for all the excited drama and to find out who gets voted off the island.
I am not an actor, but I play one on t.v..
I was going to start ranting about Apple Chill, but I think a festival with Apple in the name that is not in the fall speaks for itself...only in Chapel Hill!
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