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Post by Kathy on Feb 28, 2006 22:26:08 GMT -5
I know this isn't necessarily the spot for this but with the new land being at the edge of the desert I thought I'd share a few thoughts with you all. ;D
You Know You've Been Living In The Desert Too Long When . . .
The temperature drops to a mere 75 degrees and you grab a sweater.
The temperature drops to 110 degrees and you're thankful for a nice cool day.
You complain when the humidity climbs to 35%.
You stop dusting once a day and start shoveling once a week.
You start to build lizard feeders in the front yard and cricket feeders in the back yard.
You plant flowers just to test how long they will live.
Your idea of a good breakfast is a bean burrito and a can of beer.
You complain that the salsa is too mild.
You're afraid to drive through states without mountains.
You fly out of the house any time of the day or night to watch the rain and wake up everyone else on your way.
Your child cries on the way home from the mountains because the cup of snow she's holding melts. It was intended for "show and tell."
You children ask non-desert-dwellers: "What are fleas?" What are chiggers?"
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Post by auntieemu on Mar 2, 2006 13:41:47 GMT -5
Kathy, many years ago there was an article in the Memphis Commercial Appeal about a couple in California that was living in a very large white tent instead of a house. The cost of building a home was so high that they bought a tent from a company that supplied the Arabic population in northern African countries. It had several rooms and the pictures (working from memory) indicated a high ceiling. It was very light and airy looking. At night it glowed.
They had water and electricity. TV, computer, huge stereo system. I believe there was a wood floor and I remember they had suspended a large painting from the ceiling somehow.
Asked if he didn't fear someone just walking in while they were at work and robbing them, the owner said that walls wouldn't stop a thief anyway.
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Post by bergere on Mar 2, 2006 20:31:14 GMT -5
Took me two years to get used to the heat when they stationed Hubby at miramar. Without that swamp cooler I would of been little chard bits of toast. After that got into the swing of things,, and getting used to the heat. Thinned my Blood out quite well.
Then they moved us to NE in the winter. Oh...what fun that was. Was used to it before they moved us to San Diego...but after. I kid you not, just about wore every piece of clothing I had. Never thought I would warm up.
Interesting how ones body can get used to a clime after awhile.
Am having to get used to the summer heat again, because it is so much warmer in the summer here, than up north.
Need to add to the list...
Picking up Trash can away from you so the baby rattle snakes will not bite you. Check your shoes for scorpions in the morning. That is the only thing I did not like down south. We had a lot of both.
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