February 18, 2013
Humid weather (100.4
degrees) creates lethargy, an unquenchable thirst, hot tempers and lack of
appetite. Sticky shoulders, uncomfortable breath-stopping snug clothing,
gasping in relief at the slightest breeze. Not many stores operate in
air-conditioned environments so there is not a shockingly abrupt shift in temps
as I wander from one establishment to another this morning in town, searching
for a futebol t-shirt for my nephew’s birthday. You would think the team shirts
would be elbow to elbow in every store yet I have not found a one! I understand
now that I have to seek out a store specific to sports. Lumber along in the
heat with little energy for shopping. Can only smack my lips and think about a
tall cool drink to quench my tremendous thirst.
As tempers run high
outside it escalates the sensations within as well. A “Yoooohooo!” reverberates
from the front gate later in the day. I see fuzzy hair peeking above the bushes
wrapped around the fence frame. The nutrition-less bread vendor refuses to
accept no one at 111 is eager to purchase her corn-flavored fluff. A woman
suited in stripes definitely pull in the wrong direction one piece shorts
outfit clamors on about the delicious bread and rolls that our neighbors are
enjoying. I send her off with an assurance that we have all the bread we need in
the house. Minutes later a yowl emanates from the house next door paralleling the
scorching emotions and troubled communication to insist the scoundrel “Leave the
front of my house immediately or there will be hell to pay!” The sideways
stripes waggled as fast as they could, diminished in the steamy air.
Being alone is a
far cry from feeling lonely. A push pull has started to twinge in my gut as I
consider my last several weeks as an ex-pat. Most likely the sentiment instigates
from the wild oven hot emotions that run in and around the house today. I tend
to deal with it in a very different manner. My past tendency was to insist I
had to leave immediately, escape the ramped conflict between others in my
immediate vicinity, locate a place to settle where I do not have to be in the
draft of complications that afflict others. However the clash today has given
me the chance to listen, reflect on my past when I myself made some
questionable choices. Texted Taelor to explain I was mourning how my
complicated relationships how much they affected her. She graciously answered
instantly. We had worked things through together with support of our friends she
inserted and assured me I am a good mother. I can ditch the Mommy Dearest
application for the time being I suppose!
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