Do you know what today is? It’s summer, finally and officially — glorious, golden, sun-splashed summer. It’s the day I put away the Cream of Wheat and bring out the Rice Krispies. It’s the season of flip flops and picnics and sunburns, oh my. These, ladies and gentlemen, are the days I live for.
But just as you’d expect, there’s a fly in the ointment; it’s called air conditioning. Have you gone to a movie or a restaurant or shopping lately? I have and I worried about hypothermia. Seriously. You’d have thought you were in an igloo it was so cold.
My question is: how can you enjoy yourself when you’re shivering in your shorts? I just sat there wishing for a thermos of cocoa. Or a parka. Or hot flashes. The air conditioning was going full blast and I, of course, was seated directly below a vent. My lips spent the time turning blue, while the rest of me sprouted goose bumps.
When the movie was blessedly over I fled into the warm, humid night. As soon as I stepped out the door my glasses fogged over. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, but the feeling began returning to my fingers. The shivering stopped. And frostbite was averted. It was wonderful.
In retrospect, I realize my mistake: I should have dressed for ice fishing, not tennis. I know better. Still and all, it’s nearly impossible to know what to wear in the summer. Should you prepare for the arctic-like atmosphere of public buildings or the sweltering heat of the day? The best way to answer is to ask yourself: would you rather be over- or under-dressed for the occasion? Then dress accordingly.
In the meantime, please, I’m begging you, go easy on the air conditioning.
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