How many of my fellow Palm Springers have had that comment thrown at you, when you complain that it’s hot?
My daughter is in Utah and she said she’s getting tired of hearing how hot it is in Salt Lake City. “It’s perfect!” she says. At 84 degrees with sunny blue skies, that does sound nice.
My son came home from Santa Barbara for a few days he was dying! He couldn’t believe how he’s no longer able to cope with the heat.
To be fair, it has been unusually hot week for mid-June. All week long it’s been over 110 degrees. I hear it’s going to be 118 tomorrow.
So tell me that at 115 degrees or more that it’s a “dry heat.” What does that mean?
It means that you can’t touch door knobs, steering wheels, or do anything outside after 9 a.m. — except for one thing: swim!
I remember my first summer in the desert. I told my husband that I missed my mom. I decided to get out of the desert and visit her in the Pacific Northwest—for weeks and weeks! I don’t think my husband liked that too much. But, it may have been better for him than having me miserable.
Since I began swimming with Piranha Swim Team’s Masters at the Palm Springs City Pool in April, I realize what a life saver that has been! It feels so good to jump in the pool and get some exercise. I also walk several miles every day, and if I get out an hour or two earlier than my usual morning walk, and stick to the shady street sides, I’m okay.
I also find that I have to get all my errands done early in the day, rather than late afternoons like I used to.
The best way to handle the heat is to escape to the beach!