It gets hot, and I want to move someplace cold. (Think about Alaska….). I am not one to complain much, but I don’t like the heat, especially when there is humidity with it. For all of you who may be reading this and thinking “Oregon has nothing on (fill in Midwestern or East Coast State here)”, what I have to say to you is that I have been to Missouri and New York in the dead of summer, so I have an idea of what it can be like, and I didn’t like it that much.
Why am I going on about how much I am not heat person? I am going on about it because I have spent the last few evenings out helping get cabins ready for camp meeting, and each night (tonight was the worst of it so far), I have come back covered in a layer if sweat, feeling grodie and disgusting. I can handle being dirty a bit better, but being sweaty is the worst for me. I am glad I am not staying on the camp grounds this year. Call me spoiled, but I’ll take the 5 minute commute to church, that is a small price to pay for air conditioning, my own bathroom, my own bed, and food that won’t make me sick. I have stayed on the camp grounds in the past, so I have had that experience.
Not only is there the sticky layer of sweat on bare skin factor, but decency is also a factor in my aversion to the heat, I can always put more layers on in the winter, but there is only so much I can take off and still be decent in the summer.
On memorial day, when I was helping my mom clean cabins, I started playing “Marco Polo” to find which cabin my mom was in, after I went to get clean water. My mom and I were a pair on the larger team we were on for the section of cabins we were in. So, the game kinda stuck and I started using it to find my friend who is in charge of getting the cabins for the overseas guests ready, as one or both of us were separated and were trying to locate the other (and it was faster than cell phones).
I am going to end this ramble right now, and get some sleep because the next two weeks are going to be even busier than this past week has been.