Sitting on the front porch at The Farm tonight with Tim, I was reminded of growing up in Texas. It's a slower pace than I'm used to, but quite relaxing. I wasn't really sure what reminded me of Texas, though.
We can see giant snow capped volcanos from here (yes, there's still a little snow on both Mt Hood and Mt St Helens), and even though it's late June we don't even have air conditioning on in the house.
So I'm sitting there trying to figure out if it's the laid back-ness of it all, or if I'm gonna get any ice cream, or what exactly is so Texas-like about the moment.
Then I swat a mosquito and it all comes racing home, just like that scene near the end of Ratatouille where the food critic sits down to eat. It's the bugs. I think I may have donated around a pint to the local economy while we were sitting out there.
Still, it was pleasant. And I was with my partner just enjoying the Oregon-ness of it all. So I guess it's worth a few bugs here and there for moments like these.
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Snow capped volcanoes? No air-conditioning? There's nothing Texas-like at all in that scenario!
We hates him and his cool weather, my precious, yes, we do.
Evil he is, not sweating, nasty Beasties.
It's 104 today, with the heat index. My children are trapped in the house until 5 or 6 when we let them go out to the redneck pool in the back yard. AND IT'S ONLY JUNE. So, nope, not bitter here.
We hates him forever and ever!!!
What's especially evil and beastly about the Northwest is that not only are the summers comfortable, the winters are tolerable, too. We don't have to pay for the mild summer with a Siberian-style ice age. And Homeland Security makes sure the glaciers stay in Canada ;)