Summer is definitely here. Although it says it’s only eighty-seven degrees, it feels more like it’s one hundred and seven degrees. I realize that accurate temperatures are supposed to be measured in the shade and I was sitting in the direct rays of the sun, but still, it’s hot!
I sometimes wonder how people before the advent of air conditioners managed to live in the heat of the summer’s rays. I guess a part of it is that they didn’t know of anything else, any other way to be. Perhaps we’ve gotten spoiled at the slightest hint of high degrees of heat and retreat too soon into the cool house.
I also have the utmost respect for those who work out in the heat much or all of the day. Watching workers lay shingles on the roof of a home is quite amazing. And I’m standing there watching, not actually doing any work.
Pictures that I’ve seen taken in the 50s and 60s at major league baseball games usually show the men dressed in long sleeve shirts and ties. Not to mention the flannel uniforms that the players wore during those times. It certainly would seem to make either watching or playing the game much less enjoyable. But once again, maybe they didn’t know any different.
So here we are, on the first day of July, and I’m already waiting in anticipation for the cooler days of fall to arrive. Until then, I think I’ll tend to stay inside for much of the day and let the heat be in control outside.