By Suzanne Sparrow Watson
Eight months of the year I live in Paradise, otherwise known as Scottsdale, Arizona. Contrary to popular belief, it does get cold here in the winter – we’ve had a freak snowfall most every year – but generally we have sunny days and 70 degree temperatures. It’s what causes some of my jerkier acquaintances to call home to Minnesota every January and taunt their friends who are digging out from an ice storm.
But all that is about to change. This past weekend we had our first 100 degree temperature of the year. That’s right – it’s frigging APRIL and we hit the century mark already. Although it will cool down a bit this week, the fact that we’ve had a 100 degree day means only one thing: we are once again facing hell on Earth. Literally. The average temperature here in July and August is 105. That would almost be bearable except that the average low is 75. So it never cools off. We are God’s warming drawer for four months of the year.
I know that the conventional wisdom is that it’s a dry heat, but then again, so is my microwave oven and you won’t see me living in that. In the 14 years we’ve lived here I’ve never become used to this “upside down” schedule. My whole life I was conditioned to love summer – school was out, we looked forward to time at Tahoe, and we had lots of beer parties. Now summer is something to be dreaded. Somehow that still seems unnatural to me.
Our strategy since I retired ten years ago is to escape out of here each summer. We have tried all sorts of combinations for our summer road trips – renting for a month, staying in hotels for a week or two, mooching off some of our friends who have mountain homes. Two years ago when our house was being remodeled we rented a condo in Sun Valley, Idaho for three months. Ironically, that was our worst summer. I have to admit, as nice as it was to get away for the whole summer, I really missed my “stuff” at home.
So once again this summer we will be in and out of Arizona, traveling to California’s central coast, the Bay Area and up to Sun Valley. That leaves a lot of time to sit at home in the air conditioning and get stuff done. I’ve already started to compose my list of “summer projects”; really fun stuff like cleaning and organizing drawers, saving computer files to a hard disk, and alphabetizing the spice rack.
But I also have a potential blockbuster to keep me occupied. When I did our family history last year I traced it back to medieval England, and there is some possibility that one of our lines goes back to the Irish kings. If true, that would go a long way towards explaining Bob’s propensity to enter every Irish pub he sees. We also might be related to King Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine, in which case I think we are 16,346 in line to the British throne. You’d think that should have warranted an invitation to the Royal Wedding last year.
So, as those of you in other states get ready for BBQ’s, planting a garden or just chilling at the beach, I will be putting the cardamom between the caraway seeds and the cayenne pepper. And, maybe, getting fitted for my tiara.