Crumbs are shortish observations and thoughts that come to me amidst other pursuits. I post them without photos and without editing.
I can’t believe it and am loathe the admit it: I have become Southernized. It’s not that I’ve bought a machine gun or purchased a truck with eight-foot-tall tires, but it’s something much more important: the heat.
Regular readers know that I hail from just south of Seattle, where a nice winter day is forty degrees with no rain and a pleasant summer day is seventy degrees with no rain. Here in sunny South Carolina – “it’s like a vacation every day!” my wife says – a nice winter day is seventy with no rain and a pleasant summer day is 105 degrees with no rain but dripping humidity.
Nice is relative. But I caught myself today opening the back door to the screened-in porch, and propping it open.
“I really like the sounds of the outside and the breeze blowing through, I told my wife. “And just to make sure we’re not spending money trying to cool the outside, I’ll turn the AC up to 78.
SEVENTY-EIGHT.
For you math types, that’s almost 80, at which point I die in Seattle. Now – weirdly – it’s livable.
Ouch.
Maybe I should rethink my plans to move back to upstate New York and bask in six months of snow and sub-thirty. I might be too Southern for that now.
