You have to grow up in the South to love the weather we have had in Ocean Isle Beach for the past few days. For women, forget the makeup...forget the hairspray...forget the underwear (not really, just anything lacy...it gets damp & itchy) but at least the hosiery. It is hard to explain how humidity affects a body until one actually experiences it. Adults, children, and pets stay in the shade and limit outdoor activities. Locals talk about walking into a steam room or bathtub...even the ocean water doesn't give relief but wait until the sun sinks below the horizon and the moon starts it ascent. The community comes alive, again.
Tonight, my husband wanted to work on the boat lift at his brother's house so I rode with him. Generally, outdoor activities are restricted before 11:00 am and after 7:00. I sat at the end of the pier while he laid out his tools, put on his bathing suit, and jumped into the intracoastal waterway. After he was in the water, he discovered it was too deep that he would have to wait until low tide at Ocean Isle Beach tomorrow. I wonder if he planned it that way. He is usually pretty smart about those things. While he floated around in the water, neighbors drifted over and we sat out on the pier talking about the heat, the kids, and the grandchildren. A nice breeze came up, and I thought this is what retirement is all about...having the time to enjoy the day or evening and friends. It was such a pleasant ending to the day.
Of course after dark when the breeze died down, we had to deal with another nasty little Southern secret...NO Seeums. They are called that because you can't see them but boy can they bite...worse than mosquitoes. They are not out during the day...it's too hot...even for them.
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