Heat and Road Kill

Just a Few Thoughts

It is 6:18 p.m. on the first day of summer, which happens to be my mom’s birthday. Happy Birthday Cindy-Lou! It’s also 86 degrees outside. Tonight around midnight, I am going to wake up and stand on my back porch just to remember what the 70s feels like. Yes, it’s going to dip down to 79 degrees. I am slightly giddy. However, I’m pretty sure I’ll sleep through the cold snap and by the time I get on the road to run in the morning (circa 5:30 a.m.), the temps will be back in the mid to low 80s.

I am not complaining at all. I’m merely stating facts. And the bottom line is that it’s hot. It’s so fucking hot. This morning it was so hot that Poncho puked three times before collapsing into the wet grass. I carried his panting ass back to the apartment and put him in a cool bath. He’s fine. Mind you he ran like the dickens during his off-leash session. Bless him.

I know that the heat is getting to me because I get warm and slightly uncomfortable when I see the national newscasters in their suits. I was watching a re-run that featured an actress in a sweater and I secretly longed for it to be cold enough to wear woven fabrics. I can’t wait for the days when I can run the boys for more than 20 minutes. I know those days are a long way off, and that saddens me. But I will never wish away time or days.

Road kill is mostly armadillos. I murdered one myself. In some kind of cruel karmic twist, the dogs repaid me. For a few weeks there was a dead armadillo on the side of the road along our walking path. After its body was removed, the dogs and I walked back on that side of the road. Jake Ryan laid down on the armadillo’s shell and rolled around like he found heaven. It was mildly amusing and completely disgusting.

The heat and the road kill is a nasty combination. But I wouldn’t trade living here for anything. In the early morning the beauty is breathtaking. I’ve seen families of deer romping through the fields, sunrises that will make you pause and praise God, and pink clouds that float just above the water. It is simply a different kind of beauty, the kind you have to breathe in to believe. And I believe!


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