My iPhone’s Weather app says that it’s 93 degrees Fahrenheit (at 7.30pm, no less), but with the setting sun and the growing shade, I don’t feel the brunt of the heat, even in long sleeves (of lightweight material).
Yes indeed, we’ve traded in the humidity for extra heat, which is much easier for me to bear. The gentle evening breeze only makes a sweet life sweeter.
And although the rain has been piddly, as it usually is after the monsoon season is over, there has been enough to keep the mosquitos happily breeding.
I’m not fond of that part.
I don’t know how it is in other parts of the country anymore, but I can tell you that here, long sleeves don’t stop mosquitos. Neither do long pants, even jeans. They’ll poke right through.
This is somewhat concerning, because good ol’ SA lies in a region in which the desert that is the Great American Southwest intersects with the official dividing line of the tropics, where all the mosquito-borne diseases originate.
We’ve got our share of tropical diseases, too. The Zika virus has indeed been found here. It’s not widespread, at least not yet, but it’s here.
Somehow, we skipped the West Nile Virus; that made nightly news headlines in Dallas-Fort Worth, but not so much here.
Which is a good thing, because back to mosquitos. DFW had to spray for them at night, but I don’t think we do here. I’m internally conflicted; I’m not fond of spraying chemicals, but I’m not fond of mosquitos or their diseases, either. And unlike years past, this year’s batch appears to be impervious to the various essential oils I use to keep them away. Before this year, I was able to dab 3 quick dabs of essential oil (of any of several different types: citronella, peppermint, rosemary, etc) on each arm and each leg, and then they would leave me alone for the day.
This year? No such luck. Citronella doesn’t seem to work at all (!), and neither does peppermint or even lavender. I have to use gobs of rosemary practically everywhere, almost soaking myself in the stuff, every 20 minutes or so. And even then, I get a new batch of bites every night. This year’s crop seems to be quite resistant.
It seems silly, then, that I would choose to sit outside at all, and maybe it is. But I love the ambiance of the morning and evening, especially the latter. I love the rising and setting sun (again, especially the latter), and I love the gentle breezes. The evening is the driest part of the day, so I enjoy that time, just as the temperature starts to fall, just before the nightly humidity begins to roll in.
It’s a perfect time. It’s unfortunate that the mosquitos think so, too.
Daytime brings a violent sun, one that likes to beat everybody down, necessitating the use of umbrellas in the absence of rainfall.
The bright side, though–and if one looks hard enough, there’s always a bright side, is that the heat (and sometimes humidity) is like a free sauna. People pay good gym membership money to go sit in a sauna; all I have to do is walk outside and sit on a curb.
How cool is that?
The other bright side is that I’m a lot more heat-tolerant this year than I have been over the past few.
That’s pretty cool, too.
And then I walk inside, stomach grumbling from having smelled the heavenly scents of the apartment neighbors making dinner, permeated by rosemary (the only essential oil found to have any effect this year), ready to begin the evening, which will likely consist of watching “X-Files”, although I’m starting to get a hankering for a “Breaking Bad” binge-fest, too.
Either way, it’s Sunday, and thus, it’s a “school night” for us. A loaded workweek beckons, beginning tomorrow.
All I have now, though, is tonight. And tonight is filled with peace. And a warmth that barely bothers me. But mosquitos that do. They win, at least for now.
But I’ll be back outside tomorrow night, unwinding from the workday. They won this battle, but I’m going to win the war. 😉