Life & Lit: Of Heat, Book Club, and ’80’s Movies
It's hot here in the mountains of North Carolina, folks. Hot like we only see a handful of days in the year, thank goodness. We've been on the wrong side of 100 degrees for a couple of days now and I think we're all feeling it. I know that's normal for some of you, so feel free to call me a wimp if you want; I'm still going to complain. And I'm getting cranky. Not because of the heat (although I'm sure I would if I had to be out in it), but because of the AC. You read that right. I have a love/hate relationship with air conditioning. My parents didn't put it in until after I moved out. I know my elementary school didn't have it and I'm pretty sure my middle school didn't have it. So I never got acclimated to it in my formative years. Don't get me wrong; I'm thankful for the cool air when it's this hot, but I hate to have cold air blowing on me. HATE. I can't seem to get away from it this weekend. Wherever I go in this house, the air conditioner is blasting me. I would set the temperature higher, but I'm married to a Florida boy who finds such talk sacrilegious. Oh, the compromises we make in a marriage. Enough complaining. I've spent the weekend downloading pictures off my camera's memory card. My aunt almost lost six months of pictures recently and she was sick at the thought of it. I have two years' worth of pictures on mine. Holy cow. I've downloaded a few events here and there, but I decided to learn her lesson and get to work. I'm up to Christmas 2010 right now. O_o A local theater has been screening old movies on…
