Hagerstown was brutally hot yesterday. Sheri and I had a few errands to run and we waited till later in the day, thinking it would be cooler. We were wrong. We left the house after five in the afternoon and it was 101 degrees.
It was very humid too. There was so much moisture in the air, looking at the surrounding mountains, they appeared white. That’s not a good sign. I don’t know what the actual humidity was, but I can always tell how humid it is by looking at the mountains.
If the surrounding mountains are green and you can make out detail, it’s not humid at all. If they look blue and are void of detail it’s humid. If they’re solid white, it’s time to tell your loved ones how you feel about them and take refuge in an air-conditioned environment. It’s not the time to go to Walmart to buy a new hot glue gun or go to Lids to buy a new hat. Those were the things I “needed” to do yesterday.
I can be very silly sometimes. Speaking of silly, while leaving Lids yesterday, we spotted a woman wearing a hoodie. Some people try to jump Snake Canyon in a rocket cycle, others walk around the Hagerstown Prime Outlets dressed in a hoodie when it’s over 100 degrees. I honestly don’t know which is more potentially deadly.
I hate the heat
I’m getting too old for this kind of stuff. After growing up in the Mojave Desert, followed by a year in Biloxi Mississippi, three years in the Philippines, and then two years on Guam, I promised myself I’d never get hot again.
I’ve been lousy keeping that promise. When I got out of the Air Force in 1994, I moved here to Maryland for a job. I thought it would be a temporary thing. I never envisioned myself living here long term. It’s now 25 years later and I’m still here. I’m married and I bought a house. I’ve now lived in Maryland longer than I’ve lived anywhere else.
Like it or not, Maryland is my hot and humid home.
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