It’s official. The unrelenting humidity is starting to slowly but surely melt my brain ! I’m serious.
The Midwest has been hit by day after day of ninety-plus degree temperatures and humidity which is at what the experts call “dangerous levels.” Throughout the city there have been numerous cases of heat exhaustion and several deaths already. So when I say it has been sweltering, I’m not exaggerating. Five minutes outside in this stuff and your clothes are wet. Fifteen minutes and you start to feel nauseated. Thirty, and you want to kill yourself…or someone else! It’s scary.
I’m not good at this kind of weather. I get cranky and snippy and lose all motivation. I hate having to be shut inside with the curtains drawn and the air conditioning running constantly! I start to feel like a little old mole woman! So anyway, back to my melting brain.
I decided to get out of the house and run some errands, just to show the weather who’s boss. First I had to gas up the car. That went fine – no sign of mental illness. Then I stopped by the library – fine, no split with reality. All that was left was a trip to Walgreen’s. My list was short and I could foresee no problem.
Mascara – √ Deodorant - √ Acetaminophen - √ Massive hot pink “Googly Ball” – HUH?
And yet, somehow this ball made it into my basket. Now true, it was marked down from $5.99 to a low, low clearance price of $2.49, but still…I needed it… why? And yet, the minute I felt its squishy goodness, I knew that ball was coming home with me! And, once I had it in the privacy of my own living room and began to bounce it around, guess what I discovered? IT HAS FLASHING LIGHTS INSIDE!!! I KID YOU NOT!!!
So here I am, a grown woman with responsibilities and (I thought) common sense, getting my love on with a squishy, hot pink googly ball! What would make me do such a thing? What makes me want to bounce it around and pretend it’s an alien of some sort? Why does it make me smile? Why do I want to name it? Why did I NEED it? Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you “the devil made me do it.” That would be a lie…
the humidity did.
I just made it through 3 hours of sitting in that sweltering, near 100 degree, humidity-through-the-roof heat watching my 12-yr-old grandson play baseball. I mean…whoa…only a grandma, right?!! But, I had on my visor and sunglasses and sunscreen…so other than the sweat rolling down my face and into my eyes, I couldn’t complain. If my grandson can stand out there on the mound in long pants and pitch, throw after throw, bat his turn and run the bases in that ungodly heat, surely I can sit there and watch! And I didn’t buy a googly ball on the way home!
I saw that balls sibling at a Walgreen’s in San Francisco and I tried to convince my husband to buy it because he plays ”hoops” at work and they needed a new ball. He didn’t want it and I tried to entice him with how it lights up and still he was not moved to buy it. Oh well.
The pink ball just proves that you still have that little bit that hasn’t quite grown up, and that’s GOOD! When we get too ‘adult’ life seems to become boring and stale. Good for you on your purchase!
I love that there is a light inside. I love things like that until I don’t know where to put it.