Thursday, July 21, 2011

She Can't Open The Windows!

Here she sits, gazing out the window; her eyes watching a squirrel jump from one limb of a Crayola-green tree to another. If she looks carefully, and really focuses, she notices a yellow-trimmmed black butterfly fluttering, circling around, with a not a care in the world attitude.

Lovely, serene view.

If only she can open the windows and slide the glass door, opening it to the outside world; and listen more fully to the sounds of nature.

But she can't! And, believe me, she's tried...

She knows she is not alone in her desire to feel a real cool me off, now! breeze rather than an artifically pumped-out-of-the-vents - located everywhere! - airflow throughout the duplex. The temperature is quite high during this time of year - similar to California, thats for sure! - yet, here the humidity in Arkansas ups the ante.

It is stifling hot; inside - sans the artificial coolant - and out. To open the windows would simply invite the humidity in, causing major discomfort - sweat! fatigue! lack of energy! and worst of all, bad moods!

"...and who needs all that when I am just trying to have a peaceful vacation," she convincingly tells herself.

There is no way to comfortably open a window, to feel the breeze that seems to tease her; those leaves dancing with the gently blowing wind. She looks out at the balcony wishing, just wishing, she could sit at the aged white-iron table; shaded with the rainbow-covered umbrella. A perfect place to drink her morning tea.


She knows her kids would find this ironically funny. Back home, she is the one always saying 'Just open the windows,' when they ask if the air conditioner can be powered on.

"Ha. Ha. The joke is on me," she says, smiling - with major sarcasm!.

Two weeks. Two more weeks; and she will be back in California, back to her perfectly situated, facing North, allows the cool air to flow freely, happily entertaining its occupants home. The first thing she plans to do, the evening she steps into the house, is to make the perfect cup of tea, open the sliding glass door and step outside and sit with her feet dangling in the pool's water, enjoying the naturally fresh (well, fresh by CA standards!) air.

In the meantime, here she sits, gazing out the window; her eyes watching a squirrel jump from one limb of a Crayola-green tree to another.... If only she can open the windows and slide the glass door....

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