At our house
there is a magical number, a temperature in actuality. 78 degrees. It’s known
far and wide that as the temperature creeps up, my tolerance for, well,
anything any other human beings do, goes down.
The kids call
this “Mommy’s crazy temp” Alan calls it the “B**** Zone”. Either way, everyone
knows the safety wall has been breached when we get to 80. Let me tell you,
sirens were ringing and people were running for cover today in Minnesota! Let's back up....
As we continued
to drive deeper and deeper into the Minnesota Wilderness, Alan and I oohed, and
ahhed about how absolutely idyllic this area is. Densley wooded, impossibly
green and a lake on every stinking corner, there must be like, 10,000 of them!
It’s got everything we could want and I was ready to call the whole thing off
and buy the next sticks and bricks home we came across.
And then….I
stepped out of the air conditioned car. Just one tiny step and in that moment,
as I turned, in slow motion, the family felt the humidity, saw my face and each
in turn screamed, ducked and covered. Yet not in time to escape the torrential
downpour of complaints that came raining from my upturned, scowling lips. Yep,
87 degrees and 68% humidity, and my dreams of life in Minnesota were crushed
just like that. No worries however, the rig has air and we have power and yet
another fifth wheeling lesson learned: When choosing between power or water
hook ups, power wins every time. Granted we popped the breaker 4 times in the
first hour but we got ‘er done! We also got to take long, luscious cold showers
in the shower house. Which went a LOOOOONNNGGG way to me being able to tolerate
my family in these conditions! I don’t know how you people who live with
humidity all the time do it. There were actually people out WALKING, for FUN in
this! OI! I am too delicate. Best news ever, the temp will drop by 10 degrees
as will the humidity tomorrow!!! And I will give Minnesota a second chance.
