McKibbin’s Scribblin’s: Summer is getting old (or I am)
I’ve had enough summer heat, the leaves can start to turn color and the birds can start heading south any day now.
I know, man up, McKibbin; it’s the middle of July, it’s supposed to be hot. I guess you’re right, and it’s probably part of growing older. Although don’t most older people end up in places like Arizona and Florida because they can’t stand the cold?
Not me. My younger brother has lived in Arizona for a couple decades, it seems, and moved there because he grew tired of our Colorado winters. But I can’t imagine living through 110 degree-plus days – day after day after day – each summer. The high 90s and low 100s are plenty for me.
Part of my problem is my house is even older than I am, so the insulation isn’t great and it heats up like a toaster in the summer. The flip side is it cools down nicely at night, as long as I keep all the doors and windows open all night. And a nice little breeze really helps, too. (But it seems like that rarely happens after the sun goes down. Unless a little disturbance moves through, which doesn’t seem to happen very often here lately.)
And part of my attitude and yearning for cooler temps comes after a discussion with a friend about our favorite topic, the Denver Broncos. Training camp starts later this month, so we’re both getting anxious for football season to get here. That means fall and cooler temperatures, eventually snow and the greatest game on earth.
Because, let’s face it, it hasn’t been fun to be a fan of the Colorado Rockies for about the last seven summers, right? This year has been especially frustrating, since they started hot (no pun intended) but – as usual – cooled off fast and have had a ton of injuries. It’s no fun watching things like this happen year after year for fans, and players alike, I’m sure.
So to look forward to a team that finished one (admittedly totally demoralizing) loss from their third NFL title, with a certain Hall of Fame quarterback (the team’s second) still leading them, it’s something to help turn around my frame of mind.
One nice thing about summer is it does keep me much more active than the winter. I love working in the yard and on my house, getting exercise and fresh air. And knowing that at the end of the day, I get a sense of accomplishment when the grass is mowed and trimmed, another window frame is sanded and painted. (I could do without the endless weed pulling and spraying, though.)
But even doing that in this recent heat wave gets to me. And I try to start in the yard in the morning, when it’s cooler, but usually fail. Probably because I’m moving slower as I get older, too.
There’s no cure for aging, I’m told, so I guess I’ll try to make the best of it and adapt to the heat for the time being.
After all, if my little brother can survive even hotter temperatures, I can’t give in and let him win. No way.
Cue Survivor and “Eye of the Tiger:”
“Face to face, out in the heat,
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry.”
Mike McKibbin is the editor of The Citizen Telegram.
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