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Summer Time

I wouldn’t say I like summer; I think summer is overrated. If you want summer, I apologize if I’ve just offended you. Hear me out. I would be happiest in a temperature zone that doesn’t get above 75 degrees. I would be most comfortable in a location that still has all four seasons, doesn’t get above 75, and never below 25. I don’t want to be warm, but I also don’t want to be too cold. I have a significant case of Goldilocks syndrome. That being said, I live in Pennsylvania, and I love it here, most of the time. The past few weeks have been tough, though.. We’ve had temperatures close to 100 degrees or in the 90s with overnight temperatures in the 80s. That’s not what I’m looking for in life.

Living with heart failure makes it harder to handle swings in temperature and makes high heat and humidity almost unbearable for me. During the summer, I feel trapped. Simple things like taking a walk become hard for me. This year we discovered that the new and wonderful old home we moved into right before winter started in 2020 isn’t a good fit for me in summer. Our bedroom is on the third floor, and it’s hot, even with an air conditioner in the window, it’s hot. So, we’re once again looking for a new home and planning to move. Honestly, I’m tired of moving. We’ve moved seven times in fifteen years, and this would be move number eight. I’m tired of packing up my entire life and moving it, unpacking, and making a new place home. 

This post is me whining, and it’s for my health that we’ll move. I’m thankful that we have the ability to pack up and move. Everything will work out; it always does. 🙂 

Life doesn’t follow a pattern

I’ve started the blog in my mind more times than I can count. I’ve started it online, and published content at least four times. My struggle always comes back to I don’t have anything to say that someone hasn’t already said before, and probably said it better. Life is funny like that. Are there any original thoughts left? There must be. People keep inventing new gadgets and gizmos. Things I didn’t even know that I needed. Instagram is always showing me something new that based on my search history I must need in my life. Sometimes, it makes a suggestion I can’t live without, sometimes I laugh at the absurdity of someone else’s idea. I guess now it feels like if everyone else can create, blog, or whatever their chosen method might be, why can’t I?

That’s where this blog takes me. That’s why right now, I’m sitting in front of a computer, on a Saturday night at 7:30 PM, typing away. Life doesn’t follow a pattern. Maybe, at one time it did, but I don’t know that in the distant past it followed a logical pattern, and now it certainly doesn’t. True, to a certain extent the early years of our life, when school is involved follow a pattern. Day in and day out life moves at the same pace for many kids. After school and college are over, it is a wide open space with time to fill. So at 7:30 on a June Saturday night, I’m filling my big open space by typing a blog post.

Why am I here? Why will I be typing these stories of my life? I don’t know. What I do know is one day, hopefully in the distant future I won’t know who I am any longer. Maybe when that day comes I’ll be able to sit back and read all that I posted here, and maybe it will spark a memory. Maybe it won’t and it will all seem like someone else’s story to me. Even if there is just a tiny speck of a chance that reading my stories will help me remember, taking a few minutes every few days or so to create a pattern of stories is worth the time. Perhaps just maybe writing down my stories will create enough of a pattern that I can remember who I am.