About the only things I can't be convicted of these days are extreme political idealogy, lazy business practices, and not loving my family. But I remain extreme in such things as, I don't know, being able to handle extreme temperatures.
It's 10:44 E.S.T. and the temperature is 88 degrees and feels like 94 according to the Weather Channel. I don't need them to tell me that though, walking out to what feels like a sauna tells me all I need to know. I decided to turn the AC off and just sit ... and marinate. Color me curious about my threshold. Yup, still got it.
My significant other (better half, in some ways) blames this on the Republicans. Because we all know it is their fault that it gets extremely hot and extremly cold in the seasons lately. I'll be willing to grant her such an accusation (she was joking, kind of) if she will grant me the rightful retort that the Democrats may have helped put us in Fiscal Hell. Blame is a wonderful thing. You aren't ever at fault if you aren't connected to the ideaology that you worship. And I'm neither. I lean left on Social Issues, right on Fiscal Ones, and have the innate ability to ward off a heat stroke while purposely putting myself in a position of extreme heat. No air flow, no air conditioner, just me and Mother "Freaking" Nature.
Which brings me to Christmas in July. Because no matter the threshold, this shit is not exactly comfortable. That's why I miss my Family owning a Beer Distributorship which made snowballs during the winter. They brought them out in the Summer and we had a little party called "Christmas In July." It gave moderation to potential extremes. An ice pack to deal with potential beads of sweat and uncomfort along the way. We grilled and chilled, all at the same time.
But they sold that place and I haven't known of Christmas in July since.
I miss that place.
It's one thing being uncomfortable, quite another to put together a snowball collection.