I'm a ninth generation Texan.
I consider this nothing short of a miracle.
My great grandmother was in her 30s when she first got electricity. Sometime after that she got her very first electric refrigerator.
In other words, at my age, she had no popsicles to pass out to heat exhausted kids... No blender to whip up some frozen cure-all at the end of a long hot day.
It was a good while after that 'til they had air-conditioning. And even then it was just a window unit.
How my ancestors managed to eek out a life, bear children and go on breathing through year after year of SIX month long summers I cannot fathom. However long summer seems to me (five more months!), how much longer it must have seemed when there were no ceiling fans in sight!
I don't THINK that my relatives ran around in their underwear all the time, but they DID live way out in the country so who knows... Maybe they were scandalizing the cows, hoeing rows in their drawers.
In any case, I think of them, all nine generations of them, when I look at the forecast - hovering near 100 all week, not a breath of air or drop of water in sight.
I grab a glass of cold tea out of the fridge (what a wonder!) plop in a few ice cubes (ice! what luxury!) and I begin scheming. Which one of our pool-owning friends or neighbors we can barge in on today?
Surely I will not wither and die.
Surely not.
I have Texas heat in my veins.
