The last few weeks have been filled with broken records for high temperatures. The average high temperature for the month of August was the hottest on record at 109 degrees. (The high temps this week are expected to “cool down” to around 104 degrees. Almost sweater weather.)
For the last month, my face has glistened (this is a gentler way of telling you I’ve been sweating like a pig). Thanks to my leather steering wheel, the palms of my hands have first degree burns. Last week my rear view mirror fell off my windshield while my car sat in the sun all day at work. Yep, that’s right, the adhesive simply melted. Then, on Saturday, we got our electric bill for August. Ouch.
I’ve never been more thankful that we don’t have our 3,000 square foot dream home because I’d have to figure out how to comfortably strap Ziploc bags of ice cubes to my body. Or, I could bring in some water and cedar planks to turn the house into a sauna and charge neighbors an entrance fee that is a fraction of what the hoity-toity Scottsdale resorts charge. (This is a subtle way of acknowledging that we couldn’t afford to run the air conditioning).
Okay, I think you get the idea that it’s been hot. Really hot. The heat is difficult for the critters in the desert, too. A couple weeks ago, the news reported that the poison center had 70 calls about scorpion stings in a 24-hour period. The extreme heat has been driving them indoors. I’ve cohabitated with scorpions before and they are not nice roommates.
Last week, I discovered something else that likes our air-conditioned house: ants. Tiny black ants have taken over my desk. I’ve smashed dozens of them with my thumb, but they still terrorize me. I understand that “terrorize” may sound a bit dramatic, but after ignoring my imagined feeling that something was crawling on me, I finally looked at my arm and found they were on me. Then I swore I could feel them on my scalp…and my back. Yes, I stand by the statement that they are indeed terrorizing me.
My husband listened to me whine and then he set about searching the baseboards for any pin-sized holes that the ants could use to get in. I looked for the congregation of ants that would give away the path they took to my desk. We both came up with nothing.
We either have ninja ants, who have mastered the art of stealth movement, or these ants are Star Trek fans and have built their own transporter so they can re-materialize on my desk. Either way, I’m certain their intent is to complete my drive to “crazy”, picking up where the kids left off.
These pesky ants aren’t unlike life itself. Each day, there are so many little things that, by themselves, wouldn’t faze me a bit, but when I take them all together, moving forward can be difficult. Just when I think I’ve resolved an issue, several more take its place. Giving up isn’t a viable option, because I’d be covered in ants…I mean, buried in problems.
Sometimes, I think I’d rather deal with one big thing than dozens of little things. Unless, of course, that big thing is a scorpion.
How do you react when little things change your plans?