Anyhow, not the point of this note.
SO yesterday, I finally felt like summer was here – it had to be at least 80 degrees outside. And, it was seriously humid. Not Louisiana humid of course, but pretty darn close. And as I was walking through the sticky, sweet humidity, I began to wish that I had a swimming pool to jump into, and a Chacho’s margarita….and maybe a sno cone.
I began to think of when I was a child. We didn’t have a lot and neither did our neighbor friends. In fact, we used to sit around and argue who was poorer! Isn’t that funny? Each and every one of us was pretty sure that our family was the poorest and would argue very passionately about it.
Isn’t that silly? We were definitely silly!
So, Lousiana has the worst humidity ever! As a kid, our town only had one swimming pool, and it was only open nights twice a week. So we used to play all kinds of silly water games. Water gun fights, water balloon fights….taking turns spraying each other with the hose until the one being sprayed couldn’t take it anymore, lake days…and of course, slip and slides. Those were definitely fun times!
I than began to think about our 4 years stationed in San Antonio, which is an extremely hot and dry climate. No, we didn’t have a swimming pool than, but we didn’t really need one. See, they have these things called “Home Owners Associations” and most of the time, every neighborhood has their own pool. And we should, considering home owners have to pay an average of about 500 dollars a year to these associations. And if you don’t own a home, no problem! Pretty much ever apartment complex has it’s own swimming pool, as well. The really nice apartments have locked gates, but the other ones….well its pretty easy to just drive up and jump into the pool. Also, I can’t forget weekends at the Guadalupe River and the Gulf Coast beaches. I miss those days!
So, I must admit, I do like the humidity. It reminds me of swimming and sno cones (raspas (: )
And, as we enter into this Iowa summer….I am intensely nostalgic. I must admit that I was incredibly surprised at the amount of humidity in Iowa, but it makes my heart a little happy inside to think of the sweet memories I have from my southern homes.
Yay for swimming pools, beaches, margaritas, slip and slides, and sno cones!!!! (And also yay for the little taco shack down the street from our old house in San Antonio that sold the best funnel cakes, smoothies, roasted corn, and tacos al pastor.)
Summer memories anyone? I’d love to hear them?