With the first 100 degree days of the year, I looked out my window and saw nothing different.
The desert is still brown.
The quail and rabbits still come into the yard mornings and evenings.
I have no idea what they are using for water.
When I stepped outside during those days the temperature topped 100 in Kingman and 117 on the river, I felt the searing heat.
But it was a dry heat!
This time last year I was looking out my window in Albany, Georgia on days when the humidity was higher than the temperature, both in the 90s.
That will make the sweat roll off your body just looking out the window!
It did make me appreciate dry heat a little more.
But, I can tell you from experience, the most uncomfortable of the two kinds of heat--dry or humid--is the one you are in!
Last year, I kept telling my daughter in Phoenix that she should not be uncomfortable in the Phoenix heat because it was a dry heat.
This summer, I am telling my south Georgia relatives that this dry heat is really hot and they should not worry about those 90 degree days in Albany, even if the humidity is 95 percent.
They should enjoy the perspiration all over their bodies and keep a good supply of handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat out of their eyes.
Of course, it used to be a lot hotter everywhere than it is now.
That fits in with 3When I walked to school2, 3When I had to chop and carry the wood2, When I had to carry the water from the creek2, and all those other stories of long ago that our children and grandchildren find so boring.
Anyway, it was REALLY hot when I moved to Vale, Oregon near the Idaho border in the 50s.
Driving across the high desert of Eastern Oregon in temperature reaching 110 degrees was my first experience with 100 plus heat.
And cars were not air conditioned.
We just rolled down the windows and felt the hot air blow in.
During the heat of the day, we often stopped in the shade of a cottonwood tree along some irrigated field.
It felt cooler.
Hoeing sugar beets in that temperature on the school farm was hot, if we were stupid enough to work after lunch in the afternoon heat!
We had no air conditioners except for a few swamp coolers that did not work.
I say all that to make this point--the argument about dry heat and humid heat might have made more sense 40 years ago.
Today, my south Georgia relatives sit in their air conditioned and cool houses while they argue with me on the phone.
I tell them about the Arizona heat from my air conditioned house.
It is a comfortable argument.
When the conversation is over, I get in my air conditioned car and drive to my air conditioned office.
I go to lunch and shop in an air-conditioned building.
Who cares weather the heat is dry or humid when it is just something I look at through the window?
In fact, the ladies in our offices are bringing sweaters to work to keep warm in the air conditioning.
Only the afternoon golfers suffer.