This week promises to be into the 90s, with growing humidity. Just thinking about it makes me remember hot summer days when I was a little girl and a not so little girl.
I never even heard about air-conditioning when I was a little girl. If anyone told me I would think that was make-believe, or something only rich people had.
We had fans. Fans that we propped up in windows to cool us down at night.
I shared a bedroom with Deanna and Bonita. Deanna wanted the fan to blow out because that would pull all the hot air out of the room. I believed the fan could blow the sound of crickets and frogs over me, along with the smell if lilacs and peonies or fresh cut hay; whatever was out there.
Bonita never said a word because that would mean she had to take sides so she just stayed quiet like she never even thought about it.
Together we compromised. Each day one of us got to choose. Bonita had to keep track so she didn’t get on anyone’s bad side: one time facing in; the next time she got to choose, facing out.
Sometimes avoiding something is way more work than just sticking your neck out and blurting out an opinion. Anyways, I hardly ever stopped myself from blurting stuff out. Mostly because I didn’t think about it until it was too late.
Seems like time slowed down on super-hot days in the summer.
I could just lounge around all day long and read one of my Weekly Reader Book of the Month books. Of course, I couldn’t really do that on account of chores to do, like weed the garden and hang clothes on the line and teach my cow, Ladybird, how to walk like a show cow, stopping her front feet right together and her back feet with one back and one forward, so her udder showed the best way possible. On super-hot days, me and Ladybird took a break from training.
Hanging clothes wasn’t so bad, cuz they started out cool and wet. Sometimes it seemed like they got dry before I even got a load up, but I never took them down until the whole four lines got filled and dried and Mom said I had to, cuz that meant another job: folding clothes.
Deanna liked to get some sort of board game going, like Monopoly. Nancy, from across the road came over, and Tommy next door, and sometimes Diane and Mike from down the road. Lots of kids playing Monopoly meant the game lasted forever and a day. That got super-boring.
Sometimes we played card games like Spoons, I Doubt It, and Oh Hell but we changed the name to “Oh Heck,” so we didn’t have to go to confession. That’s before I learned about wooden swearing and before I knew it was just as bad to say a word that meant the same thing as “Hell,” and maybe even worse cuz you were trying to pull one over on God.
I never told my blood-sister, Connie, about wooden swearing, so she kept on saying “fishy damn” instead of “dam it.” I figured I’d just let sleeping dogs lie on account of one rule I really liked about sinning: You have to know it’s a sin and do it anyway. I figured if Connie never knew about wooden swearing, she could “heck,””fishy dam,” “shoot,” and “fudge” up a storm and God could just tell the devil, “Sorry dude, she didn’t know.”
Mostly, we played outside cuz mothers didn’t like kids in the house. Sometimes we had pogo stick contests or hula hoop contests. Nancy was super good at hula hooping.
If the day was so hot we could hardly move, we waited until nighttime to play outside cuz by then things started to cool off and all those chores took up time during the day. Night’s when we played Piggy in My Pen. Another game that can last forever. Or at least until bedtime.
Piggy in My Pen is sorta like Hide and Go Seek, except instead of saying “1-2-3 on Bonita,” you say, “Bonita’s in my pen.” After that, Bonita had to stay in my pen, which was the boxelder tree, until she got a signal from another Piggy. The game didn’t end until all the pigs got caught. Which most nights was never.
The day is already on its way to being a scortcher. The air-conditioning is on. I have chores to do. The first thing I need to do is finish the edging around the flower beds and along the curb. After that, I’ll be inside reading and working on my next novel, working title May His Tribe Increase.
What will you be doing in this heat?