July 20, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project
during my 70th year where I write and illustrate a blog on each
day’s gift.)
The
marriage of muggy summers and reading is in my blood. I grew up in a Baltimore City
row house with limited air circulation and before window air conditioners became
part of everyday life. In those days, summer seemed to stretch out forever but
that didn’t bother me because I had my books. On those summer days after a
restless, sweaty night in a second floor bedroom, I had no desire to ride my bike or
move much at all. I sat out on the glider swing on our front porch with awnings
down to keep the sun off and read one book after another. If the temperature and
humidity were really unbearable, I would walk to the next street and read in my
grandmother’s basement. My parents’ unfinished cool and damp cellar with
scampering water bugs was not an option. My grandmother’s basement, however,
was finished with bookshelves, a summer kitchen and a comfortable reading
chair.
Today
was too hot to walk in the park and my desktop computer seemed to be generating
too much heat. The heat and humidity had sucked out any ambition for
productivity. I declared today reading day. I did not consider sitting uncomfortably
outside on the porch to read but plopped myself down on the This-End-Up sofa,
put my feet on the Ikea hassock and read several hundred pages of a murder
mystery. A magic happens when I shed my skin and jump inside the heads of
fictional characters with a mystery to solve. I don’t want to put the book down.
Nothing
has changed over the past 60 years except that the house air conditioning
system now provides more comfort. Oh yes—one other thing has changed. The
summer no longer seems to stretch out forever.
My
gift today is time, a book and air conditioning.
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