13 thoughts on “Is it hot in here or is it just me?

  1. A few years ago I went to a conference in Palm Springs, California. All my life I’ve heard people say, “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.” For the first time I understood what that meant. The outside areas around the hotels had tiny jets that would occasionally spray mist. The bus stops had those too. The bus stops!

    The desert was beautiful and I was glad to experience it, but I also kept thinking, we are not meant to live here.

    By the way I was almost expecting your word for X to be “xenium”, which is a Greek word for gifts, especially a meal, offered to strangers. It seemed like a fitting word for a blog like yours.

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    • We spent a couple of Christmases in Palm Springs when I was a kid. I spent every possible waking moment in the pool. I did enjoy the fact that we could eat fresh grapefruit off the tree every morning for breakfast, but then I also ate what I thought was a tasty looking bell pepper from the resort’s garden that actually turned out to be a surprisingly hot pepper, an experience which did not endear the place to me any further.

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  2. I’ve never been in a desert, so I don’t know how I’d react. I don’t like hot weather… but I think a desert would be different.

    I tried a sauna once, but I had to go out after five minutes.

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    • I hate sweating as well. Which is why I prefer living in colder climates where I can dress in layers, and then add or remove layers as needed throughout the day to keep maintain a comfortable body temperature.

      In an environment that’s constantly hot…well, there’s only so much you can remove without getting arrested.

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